Presentation on theme: "Peace Treaty By: Mariam Yousif. My Citizenship I am a new citizen located in the East, which is Etanlovera. My original homeland from the west nation."— Presentation transcript:
My Citizenship I am a new citizen located in the East, which is Etanlovera. My original homeland from the west nation called Aquamarine. I am a small business employer who work really hard to support my family.
Refugee Request I am a new refugee in Etanlovera nation, who left the country because of the contamination. I am asking please to accept me in your nation so I can become a citizen which help me to live better life here.
Policy Must be respective. Must obey the law in the new nation. Must get a job as soon as possible. Must pay taxes. Must register in programs such as food stamps and Medicare.
Dirty Tears Then I Cry By: Bruce Vincent Freedom taken, Life forsaken. Steel bars, Painful scars. Mental strains, Waist chains. Concrete walls, Collect calls. Nothing fair, Hard to bear. Mind games, Nicknames. Count bells, Stairwells. Ugly strangers, Constant dangers. Jingling keys, Trembling keys. Lonely hours, Faith that soars. Years wasted, Hope tasted. Questions why, Then, I cry.
Dirty Tears Mind’s Own Prison By: Shvonte Bogard I was locked up at my first wrong thought of committing the crime I was a prisoner to my own mind before I even started doing the time The streets were my teacher and my instiller The prison became my hope and dream killer How long will I be here? How long will I take it? For as long as I keep believing The lie that people like me can’t make it.
Dirty Tears Stolen Dreams By: Lorenzo Fosselman At sixteen. Young, strong, confident; Fearless and black. Finally leaving their Mother’s protective shell, to explore America’s concrete hell! Both Mothers had much promise for their hopes and dreams. But at the crack of dawn a knock stole their calm. Their dreams gone, At sixteen. In the blink of an eye, One died for something as trivial as a child’s pride! As the other looked at the gun Gripping his hand and wondered, “Why?” Ones Hopes and dreams extinguished, As her son’s blood washes down the drain, Like rain. What a terrible shame. At sixteen. One’s hopes and dreams Surrender hers to an ultimate defeat. A slow death, At the hands of an unforgiving State. What a cruel fate, At sixteen
Policy Help!!! This policy will help the refugees to live better life with their family, and help them feel as they are in their homeland.