Poems about Immigration

  “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.
Behold America, with skyscrapers tall Which cover the once spacious skies And which glass shines in the sunlight
Behold America, with skyscrapers tall Which cover the once spacious skies And which glass shines in the sunlight
Two souls live in my body One has endless American pride The other likes to hide
Rapists, criminals, drug dealers. Is that who we are?

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