Dr. Robert Ippaso Poet Rhyme

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.

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Louise Kwalton May 18, 2019 at 2:09 PM If wishes could be granted, mine would be that all illegal immigrants would share the same motivation to come here, and to proclaim their action and earn the rights that should belong only to legal immigrants and citizens. Having said that, your poem pulls at my heart strings and is beautifully written.