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An immigrant nation
Imprisoning immigrants
Not equally born or not born
Of its natives and considered
Criminals is indeed oxymoronic
In a country founded by immigrants
Thru usurping and uprooting indigenous
People of their bordered lands
And nearly extincting them
Via hue-skin oppression
In a supposedly new found nation
Baptized with the the blood of those
Who simply became natives of a new
Claimed land that would no longer be theirs
Saved their newly assigned residential bordered
Land areas whose nourishing earth-grounds
Were later re-stolened in oxymoronic thanksgiving
Thus today’s oxymoronic musky trumped oligarchy
Should be no surprise to those who have survived
All the worst that has preceded our present day
Mayflowering defecation on democratic equality;
As with previous oppressive demonic political oppression
Let us dawn our liberating-overalls and get to work on
The new needed political repairs required to flush
Down political oppression over the coming years
In our continuous fight to be truly liberated
From any and all oxymoronic tuslated
Oligarchical power-mongering
Trumped political governing
Now being live streamed
And televised, 24-7:
Counter-revolution
Against us!
P.S.: Always be aware that liberation must be
Fought for and won and is never given;
Likewise let power never be bought:-
STREET MUSIC
Manhattan, in nineteen thirty six
And a growing Italian population
Poor immigrants, no job no food
And so impossible not to intrude
Yet there was strong motivation
Out on the street, turning tricks
A barrel organ, four dollars rent
One could include a monkey too
Or even buy them, a block away
Earn a few cents profit every day
Maybe a wife improved the view
To make a buck was the intent
Street life could have been kinder
And intervention was never tardier
Yet a Mayoral ban, it would seem
Begging, not the American dream
So it was outlawed, by La Guardia
And New York’s last organ grinder
I am a land called, “America”.
I am called, “Educated”;
a “Super Power”,
but, I don’t feel “Super” or “Powerful”…
I am drained.
I wear the scars of human nature;
ignorance and greed.
I wear the scarlet blemishes of my own children;
Chinese, Irish, Native American, Jewish, Indian;
of everyone who ever crossed my soil or
were birthed in my womb.
I was built on the backs of slaves and the poor,
with materials dug from mines by immigrants.
People have traveled far to create me;
to imprint their blood and sweat on my body.
I was stolen from my first children
and forced upon others.
To some I am given, but, I wear the scars
of all species suffering and
abuses too numerously hideous to count.
My scars are not biodegradable;
they will not go away or be dissolved;
shredded or pulverized, but,
they can change, be transformed.
Humans created them,
only humans can heal them
but, will they?
In the Land of Opportunity
Entitlement reared her pretty head
Without a backstop to plain bad luck
Social Security's safety net was spread
Next came the 'War on Poverty'
Food Stamps and ADC
It might have staved off hunger for a bit
But dependency was galvanized, and (yes), obesity
Today there is unprecedented help
for anyone who will only yelp
Free computer classes, GED, ESL too
Guaranteed Job Training programs in high schools
and community colleges, Yahoo!
Yet the percentage of those working has gone down
and dropping most free classes reigns supreme
Seems that 'giving away the farm'
won't bring back the American Dream
It's only one man's unscientific perception ~
but 'teaching a man to fish' still passes inspection
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ADC = Aid to Dependent Children
GED = General Education Diploma (Equivalent to High School Diploma)
ESL = English as a Second Language (for immigrants and their children)
I hate to see immigrants used as pawns,
driven in buses, dropped on people’s lawns.
It seems so easy to pontificate,
but sh*t gets real with people at your gate.
I feel for Texas and the border states;
I feel for those who get in line and wait.
I feel for refugees driven by force.
For sanctuary towns, I’ve less remorse.
Easy to sip tea on the ivy’d green
and theorize on problems, sight unseen.
So Abbot and DeSantis brought it home;
it’s time the east coast learns this on their own.
The policy must go from open, wide,
to limiting the numbers let inside.
True, immigrants have made our nation great,
but now, both sides use them to fuel more hate.
In a province exploited
by prejudiced seasons,
a minority ebony rose
is taunted by prominent
i v o r y l i l i e s.
Biased blossoms ridiculing
tones of its charcoal petals,
yet blooming in the same
quilt of soil as each other.
Soothing raindrops
never discriminate though,
as scents of petrichor
fuse with floret elegance,
nor does the sun only shine
for the privileged,
as all flora sunbathes in
the passions of its rays,
refreshed by the same
migrating gentle breeze.
Scarlet beetles
munch upon lily leaves,
whilst aphids suck
upon rose sepals.
Creepy crawlies
unconcerned with
a p p e a r a n c e,
massacre and spread
like an epidemic.
Until the arrival of
feathered immigrants,
who feast upon an
assortment of morsels.
In any garden,
birds care not for
whom they sing.
They defecate on all flowers,
aware all will wilt eventually.
Winter frost oppresses
regardless of culture,
so birds flee.
But, when roses crumble,
they re-emerge
fresher and brighter,
as their red thorns remain
protecting their right
to flourish freely under
fresh blue skies..
F O R E V E R
I have to be patient, and not too concerned
About the things I can’t manage
If some of the stones I left lying unturned
For this I cannot be disparaged
The island is so overcrowded and small
New comers arrive by the boats
They want to steal space, so the natives can fall
Into the sea full of ghosts
But what was Mayflower by modern esteem?
No politics here, just a fact:
A boat full of immigrants, led by a team
Of Jesus freaks with legal act
To establish an ownership far, far away
They claimed it “the promised land”
How can you deny others doing the same?
For jobs you won't do they're godsend.
I fear people have lost their way,
hatred and lies now rule their day;
morals have faded over time.
Purchasing political will,
Big business is pardoned to kill
and perpetuate fear through crime.
Politicians kneel down to God,
but their devotion's a fraud.
For some, faith is but a pastime,
a mockery of true belief.
Exploiting people's pain and grief,
greed fuels anxiety's climb.
Alternative truths are just lies—
merely bigotry in disguise.
"Love thy neighbor" was God's decree,
not: manipulate them through fear.
Such behavior warrants a tear,
and I believe God would agree.
And yet, evangelists, meanwhile,
preach that immigrants are hostile.
Heaven's gate is locked; love's the key,
and no other will get you through.
Come judgment day, God will judge you;
that is Jesus's Divine decree.
He says he saw "(this nation's)
Identity sold and robbed by immigration..."
And I remember
My first day teaching at the border school
First one there that August morning
Cows were grazing on the lawn
I walked into the office to report them
and the secretary laughed, "They're Hector's.
They sneak over the border sometimes.
He's on his way to get them."
The crossing was two blocks away
There was a hole in the fence
Where all the kids from Mexico
Who attended school in America, crossed
Customs and border patrol agents knew them
AND watched them come and go
Safely
It really was an open border then
And no one felt their identity was threatened
America was built on the backs of immigrants
And those who came in chains
They worked for pennies and nothing at all
While white culture treated them as inferiors
Are we losing our identity as white supremacists
Because people of nonwhite culture refuse to be our inferiors
GOOD
"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."
Declaration of Independence (if you read)
People coming to America to live free and pursue their happiness
Robs our identity
Really?
People coming to America to live free and pursue their dreams
IS our identity
not January 6 insurrectionists
not election deniers
not voting rights suppressors
NOT white supremacists
who are destructive to others' lives, liberty, and their happiness
My duty as a TRUE American Patriot is to call you out
You threaten the very principles upon which this nation stands
And like it or not, we will confront you, and block your way
This great country is made of great people,
not narrow minded _____
(Whatever fits)
I'm out
All these politicians seem to agree
The immigrants are responsible
For the poor economy
They've come here taking jobs
No employment for our own
They're being housed in luxury
Multi generational homes
They're coming in on boats
Theyre coming in en masse
We're gonna be consumed
By the stalwart impasse
This story is a myth
But one the masses share
The fat cats feed the media
To distance from the stare
They want the lower classes
Who seek to know the cause
Of their continued poverty
While the rich show no remorse
These immigrants are human
They're fleeing for their lives
They're seeking help and shelter
From those in the archives
They want to live a normal life
One free from war and fear
A compliment should be bestowed
That they see that place as here