Poems about Immigration
I drive past the dirt houses Each one passes by into distant memory But I can't forget the people living there
Who am I, you ask i am one, one who makes the impossible possible
The clock’s hands are slowly turning to the next tick,
Life can change in an instance Who would’ve that right now we could be
A current issue that to me is important in societ
So tell me again how a piece of paper makes his tears any less real. Tell me how ink translates to all this blood shed.
Clothes of cardboard, Souls of stone Cracked faces with the tears it once shone Walking in the darkness
She walks alone on A crowded street, with nothing And everything on her mind.