Poems about Immigration
Ringing bells, tied to the wings of a knight’s nightingale, Is it the melody of the bells or fraught cry of that gale?
This nation is closing in The borders are suffocating The immigrants have to leave But, why?
Algo está pasando Que hemos visto antes. La gente está temblando Tienes que poner tus guantes
Every single day without fail a voice would blare out the words to an anthem that we loyally repeated,
1992marks the yearmy grandmotherfinallymade it to the United States. 2017marks the year she becamea citizen. somewhere in betweenthose ye
Trudging and dragging In the scorching heat Gravel and dust blows
I spoke to a woman about America The greatest country on earth (Or so I'd always been told).
O’America By: Anab Aden O’ America, the land of the opportunities
America is a puzzle. The people are the pieces. Pieces that come in all shapes, sizes, and colors.
America- Land of the free And home of the brave But how free can you be