Gasping For Air: As If Spoken By An Illegal Immigrant
They call us illegal
And I know that we are,
It’s a choice that we made
In coming this far.
Through jungles and forests
We travelled on foot
Our hearts in our mouths,
But no choice to stay put.
Murder and rape
Sadness all round
Gasping for air
Afraid to be drowned.
We’re willing to work
As hard as we can
An aversion to toil
Not the reason we ran.
Our lives in your hands
A harbor from strife
A chance to survive
A hope for a life.
Copyright © Dr. Robert Ippaso | Year Posted 2019
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