Poems about Immigration

I was born Of a European Yew. Its mighty bough had grown Twisted and encrusted With moss
The United States is a free country. People come to it for a better life. Each immigrant comes with a family.
Let America be America again. Let it be the true plan we believed--
Young me didn't know you were going to leave, But you left. You didn't leave on purpose but forcefully taken away.
People call me a liar and a hypocrite. It hurts like heck. I've been through Hell's fire in a literal sense
The melting pot stopped melting because water can only boil so much when there are no additives;
In the eyes of the president, I’m a fucking rapist
All that is left of us are whispers of blood, of cries of mercy, of threats of you
The wall with two sides, the land of the free and the land of broken dreams.