Poems about Immigration
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:
O say does that Star-Spangled Banner yet waveO’er the land of the free and the home of the brave? While the flag may be flying with red,
America, the great? More like, America, filled with hate. Bigot leaders representing the states,