Like many who came before From distant corners of the globe Pushed from home Fleeing calamity Hunger, Poverty, War
The United States Land of Dreams Pulling those seeking a better life Offering hope and optimism To the downtrodden, the desperate
They’ve come to this New World For several hundred years now In crashing waves from different places at different times Only to face new struggles In a new land
‘They’re taking our jobs.’ ‘They’re stealing our money.’ ‘They don’t want to speak English.’ ‘Send them all back to where they came from.’ They’ve all taken turns bearing the brunt
Eventually each group melds into the giant pot Becoming a part of a new America Time and time again And the wave we have crashing over our shores now Will, too.