Beautiful Nightmare
Land of the free, home of the brave,
our helpless immigrants. They refuse to save.
They crave our culture, but push us away.
They want us for labor, but oppress us everyday.
They split our families, but wear our sombreros.
They claim to want equality, but treat us like perros.
The bombardment of ICE ruining our lives,
a cruel and divided country, hidden in disguise.
The United States of America, but where's the unity?
Donald Trump, look me in my eyes and listen to me.
I dread my tan skin, my native tongue.
A country necessitates immigrants like a body necessitates a lung!
The discrimination that we endure is simply unfair,
raping our children in government custody and refusing to care.
Deportation is our biggest scare,
The United States of America. A beautiful nightmare.
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