American Migrants
Why do we give them employment
let them come here and build a new life
Never give them a permanent status
make them live on the edge of a knife
They pick most of the crops that we purchase
care for children, disabled and old
Yet they’re forced to survive in the shadows
live in silence, and do what they’re told
We are losing what made us most special
our mosaic is our shining star
It’s what makes people dream about living
in this jewel they adore from afar
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