In Search of The United States of AmericaA Poem by Botaniamessage to immigrantsYou come to shore expecting more but what you find is your own kind. You've all come here. What's left my dear? What's left you dare! Do cherish, yes? ... or go back there. Else you will find the same in kind, -what you have tried to flee. The best is less? The best is gone? What will the U.S. be? The place you've fled, the place instead, the place that you've rejected.
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