Poems about Immigration

They scream go back to your count
Some take my kindness for weakness. Submissive nature my meekness.
We are the country who Pledges our allegiance to A flag of
You told me I was free, Free to be whoever I want to be. Free to fly,
Give me your tired, your poor But only the ones we're looking for
Excited is the man who wants to go to the land of the free, leaving behind his beloved country.
I still feel the slap of disgrace in humanity and I will still feel the grip of xenophobia
​America the great, the free, but are we?
Land of the free home of the brave Try and say it at Trayvon's grave
I would like to think that the words: