Sense Sonnet - Acher

No Grant Immigrant

The nation that we've known as home
Is torn apart in hate and strife.
The time has come for us to roam
To a new land for a new life.
From immigrants we all did come.
As immigrants we now must go.
We will be judged by where we're from.
Such judgments are unfair, we know.
But here and now we are not free
From words and deeds that make no sense,
Put on us by powers that be,
A most frustrating consequence.

We want to leave the U.S.A.
The rest of Earth says, "Stay away."