Poems about Immigration
What does it mean to be free? To be on your own To be left alone To not be under any control
You’re on our land... Will we hold each other’s hand in hand?
You sailed the seven seas To escape a life of tyranny Your country wouldn't allow you to practice your religion
By Stanley Collymore Thankfully as a British citizen, not some bloody subject and a
My grandmother saw America not as a land of opportunity, but as a last resort.
America, America, America Can't say your the best can I? Trolling around thinking its your planet huh?
I was built up like The great wall of china I am strong, powerful, impenetrable,
Immigration, What this land was built on. This land was a source of freedom,
You came here all alone To make this place your home Left everything you know Had to start over again
My country tis of the Sweet land of an impending war. Now here's the thing,