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Immigrant Song

We came to this glacial paradise Frigid and arid, the weather's nice Much like our Motherland And so we made it ours box of sand As it made us its slaves We tamed each other in shallow graves Free from starvation, No need for a proclamation Chorus We don't own the land, We don't own the sea Don't need money, don't need greed So take my hand, a family we'll be On solid ground, we'll plant our seed We came to this rock Steadfast and strong as an ox Free from the judgement Or any negative sentiment We'll feast under suspicion as we please Breeding contempt and bringing disease Like rabbits! And we made this land, and we shackled mules And its inhabitants we took as their fools Chorus We were hauled to their farms Steady suppers and whipping charms How dare we suggest we're human Rights are granted, but not to "vermin" You're free to enjoy starvation, You'll have to beg us for a proclamation Chorus We came to this deserted strand Branded traitors to our clan And labelled usurpers to the old tribes When to their customs we don't subscribe Watch in growing dismay When a nation once united begins to fray Chorus 2X -------------------- Food for thought.

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Date: 7/16/2014 12:46:00 PM
Marvelous & incredibly stated lines & feelings.
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Date: 7/16/2014 12:49:00 AM
I choose to believe that we are all world citizens
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Date: 7/15/2014 11:54:00 PM
Excellent writing. I enjoyed it and will continue to read more of your work. Happy writing and God bless you.
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Date: 7/15/2014 11:47:00 PM
This poem is morally, poetically, and intellectually challenging Riverbank. I perceive an interdependence between establishing familiy, starvation, and the nature of Rights. I'm fascinated by the (deliberate) hypocrisy and pragmatism expressed throughout the work. Thete seems to be two sources of conflict, sheer survival, and controlling the resources as this flow of immigration progresses. The first chorus has beautiful courage and liberty. This is fresh poetry. J.A.B.
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Date: 7/15/2014 10:00:00 PM
Wow, this is superb, a classic, loved this one and all its meanings!
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