Dear America

DEAR AMERICA I might be naïve of your ways But your decision killed me I might fight to be there Yet you won’t let me be But when I recall those days When I gave up eating, clothing and sleep Saving to come and have a look at you I hate the fact that now it’s all wasted. I know your love reaches beyond what eyes can see But packing me back home is just not fair When I have knocked at your doors Sending me back won’t give both of us a peace of mind Yet me I will die of hunger Yes I will be home but with nothing to hold me high Nothing I call my own Dear mother America I want to tell you that I am not a rebel I won’t cause harm but will work I won’t be a disgrace but a labour For mother America, With your help She went to school She was fed She was clothed She smiled to see come home with a toy A sweet A story An adventure For you provided for me and I provided for her Yet mother of all I want to say lam so sorry Sorry that my country has caused you sadness Has caused many to suffer To die But please don’t punish me I ask to be forgiven Not for the sake of my returning to my country But for the fact that no one will welcome me Like you have always done Not for my pride But for the sake of those who need me Like I need you for I am scared Afraid of my own country Can’t you just for this once save me? Mother America?