Poems about Immigration

Breath of marble   And how could we continue to ignore the nature to us fraternal, 
Her Paper VoiceBy: S
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

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