They crossed the sea with hope in hand,

To build a life on promised land.

Brick by brick, they shaped the earth,

The backbone of a nation’s worth.

But now they’re painted as a threat,

By those who thrive on fear and debt.

The flag waves high, but the story’s twisted,

The truth erased, the lies insisted.

The builders of tomorrow, cast aside,

Demonized by those who lied.

This land was built on the strength of all,

From distant shores, they heard the call.

From farms to factories, kitchens and fields,

They work the hardest, their sweat the yield.

Their hands have shaped what we hold dear,

But still they face the hate and fear.

\"Go back home!\" the slogans scream,

As if this land was ever clean.

The irony of exclusion reigns,

In a country born from migrant pains.

The builders of tomorrow, cast aside,

Demonized by those who lied.

This land was built on the strength of all,

From distant shores, they heard the call.

Borders drawn by greed and pride,

Erase the faces that reside.

But the culture’s woven from their dreams,

The music, the food, the flowing streams.

How can you claim this land as yours,

When your own roots crossed foreign shores?

The builders of tomorrow, cast aside,

Demonized by those who lied.

This land was built on the strength of all,

From distant shores, they heard the call.

They’ll stand strong, they’ll persevere,

Through every slur, through every sneer.

America’s soul is in their stride,

The builders of tomorrow, full of pride.