Immigration Reform
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The United States is a free country.
People come to it for a better life.
Each immigrant comes with a family.
A husband settles in it with his wife.
Unlike illegals, he does not break laws.
Wrapped in the blanket azul of her birth,
the little girl spells inmigrante beside inmate
with a stick in the dirt on the border
between cage and patrolman earth.
I sit in class
I listen as the teacher talks
I read what the teacher talks
I read
America the land of opportunities
I read
We come here in hopes of a new life,we come here in hopes that we'll surive,but we're not welcomed here, we're pushed aside told,you come from the wrong country please leave or die.
I was crying all the time,
She couldn’t be there for me.
The children were sad,
My heart was hurting.
What is happening to our country?
A false image of justice, freedom, and democracy
How can we be any better than Russia, China, or even slavery?
Racism, Hatred, manipulation
It's all still there
