an immigrants Lament

Son of a... Son of a... Son of a Son

of an immigrant... who I never knew

nor ever was I told

and I don't think my Dad

ever knew or was told.

Who as it came on that boat?

Our ancestors who came from so far remote.

So why can't We all get over the fact

that We're all just the Son of a... Son of a

Son of an immigrant blote.

Here's to the Natives... immigrants as well.

How i wish We'd not seen them

as creatures from hell.

Yes We came... We saw and mostly They died.

Their fate a result of our immigrant pride.