Poems about Immigration

I saw the best in people with great minds that deteriorated through open wounds as they expressed their
To Astor Place I always race, With book in hand I swaying stand, Beneath me screeching wheels pace,
Once greeted me with open arms, Now they're reaching for their arms. A country made just for my kind,
My grandmother made her home here early, Before the borders were walled, Before Laredo was a proper baario
  “Or are they from there?” “What does it matter”, I ask
Sometimes You Have to Use Profanity to Explain this Countries Insa
America America My Country Tis Of Thee For youthful lemonade stand lucravity
America the Great Is up for some debate: Unemployment is still high And so are a lot of people,
I have heard of a legend, the tale of the great Of a great land’s mother, who shall forever liberate.
America the great, is that still right? Or has it changed so much, like day to night.