Poems about Immigration
In a quiet room, stars descending down Hung on strings, fashioned from old planet’s rings
If you live somewhere where you can't get ready cooked animal feetthere's no helping you!Not even chicken feet?
Something here has taught people to hate a wall, That wants to stand tall over the hot dessert sands that blow under it.
Finally President of the United States, Zeus was pleased with himself.
If I have one day left on Earth, I would choose to look at his fac
A curious silence A desparate glare She stands in the creek The wind in her hair
The land out in the sea Mysterious and hidden From many who wish to see
Adios Ayacucho Land that has taken my name and body and left me unrecognized and unrecognizable
Oh, how quick they were to try and suffocate the flames On the sacred, seasoned, sanctuary known as Notre Dame.
Wake-Up Caro (Ka-Row)