Oh, INS

Oh, INS, you are a mess,
The worst of any bureau.
The people wait to immigrate,
But you just give them zero.

Your bulletin is such a sin;
You lie with no compassion.
To those who need, you pay no heed,
In any form or fashion.

And even when a citizen
Petitions for her daughters,
You tell her they will have to stay
Beyond the ocean’s waters.

You will not let them come here yet;
Frustrations keep on mounting
You make them stay so far away
For FIFTEEN YEARS and counting