Poems about Immigration
“This is the way the world endsThis is the way the world endsThis is the way the world ends
A country for the free, it was supposed to be
To be unique and new, equality to all
We don’t see the blood splattered across their shirts,
Or the cuts on their bare feet from the hundreds of miles
Will you choose to see the 57,000 children fleeing on bare feet hopeful of the American dream?
Being an immigrant can only lead you so far
Trying to break the bars and making everyone equal
My name is Tecun Uman
I am a legend
An ancestor
Carried as a sacred bundle
A spirit
A memory
Violence, much happens to people who keep silence
Oppression led the oppress to depression