Poems about Immigration

Latinos Africans Europeans Asians They came tattered Worn and dusty
There is a deadly order where people do not have the right to speak
I write for those voices which are constantly unheard,
sometimes i cant think stress is just too thick illusions of blown rich but not even have license
A DREAMers dream that of no other  just whispers echoing through cold stone walls  yet louder than thunder 
Staring at a wall in isolation you are not alone, trapped in a place that can never be a home, dealt bad coins and with your attempt to u
  Carried a miles-distance are these desperate cries Tears collected as one, as the assembly weeps
There's no such thing as justice b it's just us wishing justice just was you see? or so they say
It's up to me? I thought I was just here to be... Why is everything changing so rapidly?