Migrant Poems - Poems about Migrant

they ache from bending hot day picking.... union of voices spanish tongue in produce fields dusty sweating farmworkers.... wanting needing more bread...

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Yes, this is a bad joke Yes, this is a sad comedy What an irony What a parody Smile and smirk, so you won’t be poked What a hilarious lie! It is a travesty Immigrants don’t eat pets They eat beef, chicken, and pork Like you and me. All bets Are off. Let’s be serious and dark Migrant workers are looking for jobs What a spoiled...

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Quote: “Refugees didn’t just escape a place. They had to escape a thousand memories until they’d put enough time and distance between them and their misery to wake to a better day.” - Nadia Hashimi Make-Shift tents for lives shifted existence, I never dreamt belittled with no future I stare at rustling blank white shelter I I I I I I...

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dear migrant where you came from what did you leave behind memories moments dear migrant who did you leave behind family friends dear migrant what dreams did you not find there here dear migrant neighbor liked disliked wanted unwanted I will never understand you you or your reality fully partially but I will try try my best to accept you somehow even love you somehow < depending on the degree of separation...

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it casts off from the quay to cross short stretch of sea heading for foreign shore with migrants from afar they leave place of despair to start new life but where the boat is sitting low the swell begins to grow and then the sea spills in passengers panicking beneath the cold moonlight the boat...

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Incomers From the middle east and Africa, people seek European shores dispossessed and poverty struck, they seek, a better life a promised life of democracy and work for everyone Many, when reaching Europe, cross the channel from France in Britain, thanks to the BBC World program. Their point of embarkation is Libya, once a successful state now a rough country laid low...

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With return to summer tree of berries red - he flashes ‘tween the green scene like a trinket; celebrant in citrus hues of sunset bled it matters not if twilight is delinquent for he wears the molten shades of end-of-day ...

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I was a lost boy I wasn't talkin' And I was so small I wasn't eatin' So I went on my own, my demons I'm beatin' Three years of silence, no walkin' no fightin' Up to LA, that's where I'm goin' Will I return, I can't say without knowin' I'll go on a boat, and then by a plane, and I'll...

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Who are those wretched people That toil out in the countryside? I see them stooping near the earth Where do they all reside? There are also little girls and boys That stroll behind the women. They clasp dirty broken toys Why are they not in school? Who are these common people That work from dawn to dusk? I wonder where they sleep at night And...

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Jets and planes have conquered the sky Just like us, fly over the deep blue ocean They have copied us, use avian highways But, why are the singles unable to fly? They have made mechanical giants Which will carry many of them. A pilot navigates the way They will sit in comfort Happily drinking champagne Once...

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Birds Fly ...

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Migrant workers and street children Tarek Hasan I do not sleep on eyes Early action is away on leave I have the luxury of back pain. I did not question my race today Abroad my identity? Most of the walls are stained the conscience of the question Minded as unwanted, what is the worst? There is still the heart of the depression fall down. Logo people...

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I sit in a tent, rain pouring down My children are crying, no food to eat. My spirit is failing, starting to drown, Hands clasped in prayer, my God to entreat. My homeland has perished, corruption and war. Our houses destroyed, our lives ripped apart. Inhuman brutality to even the score The only choice left was to make a new start. I am...

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The Female Migrant A customs official found a suitcase with a forgotten Syrian refugee lady in it, he took her home blew life into her and he was no longer alone. Bought her sexy underwear skirt and blouse and a bicycle pump and no longer did he bother going out drinking beer with his fellow officers. A perfect little...

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Migrants Tears They tried to shoot me Then rape me Then enslave me I am empty inside Where shall be my refuge? Is there any humanity left in this world? You, with your earthy comforts and peace Why do you fear me? You, who has not seen war, why scorn me? I am you, I AM YOU a human seeking only tranquility Yet you belittle me I...

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