Immigration: Poem of American Creed
Where are you taking my mom?
I have to
You wouldn’t understand
Just tell me why
It’s my job
Tell me why you’re taking my mom from me!
I’m taking her back to her homeland!
I’m sorry but it’s my job
Honey, it’s okay
I need to go back to the land I was born
I’m not wanted here
This land’s leader want to kick me out
because he doesn't want people like US here
I'm sorry but you will be staying with your grandpa...on dad's side
C’mon let’s go ma’am
No, I need to talk to my daughter!
No mom, please don’t go please