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The Last Emigrant

I came to this new land
To this old continent 
Following my natural
Instinct
I did not hear sheers
No smile
No welcome signs
No fireworks
No one was there to receive me
Or to shake my hand 
As I anticipated
Except this sign
That says:
“NON-CITIZENS must cross this gate”

I came with no sense
Of attachment
Identity
Religious freedom
Love freedom
Big numbers
Freeing freedom
I am just seeking the warmth
I am looking  for
A piece of land
On the sun.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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