The Immigrant's Cry
THE IMMIGRANT'S CRY
They refuse to let me in.
Say its normal to be left out
That I should not protest e'en when no way I see.
Because I think different
Autonomously,
They are scared of me.
Haven't i not wailed hard?
But red is all they see me veiled
Like Lady Bathory bathed in virgin blood.
This is hell! Tailored for this lass
No Virgil guide as lucky Dante has.
I am doomed to watch my children pass
As Death's wages for relief that ne'er comes
I cry as they behind desks innocently hum.
Copyright © Paul Mburu Watex | Year Posted 2016
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