Poems about Immigration
My Yah Yah came from China
He sailed across the sea
He wanted to come to America to live in the land of
the free
By day and night we struggle to fight,
we strive for something more, than taking the flight,
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