Migrants Poems - Poems about Migrants

Encage us we are of collective souls Display us in prisoned wallpaper as ghouls Send us into these sepsis tanks, in tin cans in torture dungeons, in faraway lands Mistaken for us are the migrants who...

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Migrants on the move from violence their only possession breath-space on a smuggler’s boat secured with back-bent harvests in pretzel-bent systems weight of crates of strawberries hoisted on hell-bent backs just trying to reach Spanish-shores’-east from Moroccan beach with a camel-mystique —the seaway west of Africa a rags-wearing-flotsam grave migrants on the move from Cameroon die —or survive a militia-cocktail blend of...

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Comrades, we still live under the stars for many years, People identify us Lankan Tamil refugees, No passport, no visa and no citizenship here's, ...

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Illegal Migrants Miracle Man 4/19/2024 Their sleeping bags and tents line each street, making an eyesore of what once was neat. The thing most unfunny, we’re giving them money, while our healthcare resources they deplete. ...

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Errant atoms Running amok Colloidal conspiracies Intertwining Wandering Hidden Behind the opaque Mysteries Of their being....

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Jose Mendoza, was a young migrant farmworker, he was harvesting sweet potatoes on Barnes Farming property in Spring Hope, North Carolina on September 5, 2023. The temperature was in the 90's, and Jose began to not feel well. He went to rest on a bus used for worker transportation to the fields, the fields of labor under the unyieldng sun. Jose came to...

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Come out of the darkness, stand in the light. Speak from your heart and give us insight. Don’t treat us like animals lured by honey. Saying you care and you’ll give us your money. Offer instead, a small thread of hope, A plan to slow, illegal immigration, guns, dope. Shore up our borders, build a great wall, Help the murder and theft...

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I kept drifting, drifting, drifting, I wasn’t sure where I was going but I kept drifting. The winds set in my back spinning around my new frock and I kept drifting. I kept focusing ahead of me hoping to find some company but the empty street with grey dust spinning around stared courageously at me...

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Regardless of culture, of religion, of national residency, of gender, of sexuality's vast pantheistic diversity, of hemispheric prime presidency, When humans step out of our shelters into a riotously gorgeous and fresh perfect warm sunshine breezy natural day, we feel healing positive passion Is what we have been needing and what and/or whom we are currently sacred graced to feel and know in timeless compassion And sometimes unclear yet pure dispassion inflamed...

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It was an afternoon, I sat lonely; And watching the horizon silently. Suddenly I watched a flock of birds flying in a straight way, Perhaps to this nature, they were trying to say. Oh! they were so lucky indeed, Because they were free from human's gaol; And each was so ebullient as a little kid, The marvellous view touched...

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Just another African Once full of sun and hope Train to Venice from Milan At the end of your rope Horrors seen at just 19 Crammed onto a flatbed Desert burning red Human carrion in the sand Oblivion near at hand Beatings, rapes in Tripoli Leaky tub on a rough sea Peril all the way to Sicily Papers - “political refugee” Even so, two years of no,...

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For Migrants No Other Choice When we had heard voice after voice, Containing crying making loud noise; Heading here, Still with fear; Coming to America was only choice. To arrive in America tried and tried, And yet after all of this she still died; Another migrant, To heaven went; No water supplied and father cried. Jim Horn...

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Liberal or conservative the questionnaire asks about migrants. Fred’s in the middle. Asked about The Wall he writes that he sees nothing wrong with hungry illegals crossing the border looking for work and nothing wrong with the Trumpeter Swan sending them home as long as no one is killed in the process. But okay to give them Wyoming and Cheney. Plenty of room. Donal...

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Tears upon tears. Cruelty upon misery. Swapping hell For the psychotic sea. Capsizing in infinite night. Empty silence now ruptured, As haunted faces That once knew kindness, Wail and scream. Kick and splash. Fighting their surrender To the murderous depths and then quietness falls. But for the groans of a forlorn mum. The score will...

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