The Ban
Immigrants –Oh no!
Nor Native Americans;
We came as cargo.
The ban; be aware:
They are back. Look out!
They still do not care.
You may sigh and pause;
But remember their slicked ploy:
The Grandfather Clause!
You have a passport;
But with the stroke of a pen,
That can be revoked.
This could be the end,
Or could be the beginning;
Depends on you kin.
Notice the ban list.
No European countries;
Africa not missed.
I just could be wrong,
But remember history.
It’s best to be strong.
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