Spanish American War II
I am American sir, just as much as you,
where did all your people come from?
I hold these vows, just as close, I say that much is true,
America is my only home, but if you only knew.
So when did all your family come, I bet their immigrants too,
you wash away my hopes, with evil, blood and tears.
you give me faithless dreams and hopes, I carry out through the years,
you give me life that's written down,
but all I can figure is yet to frown,
and for years you make us look like clowns,
flying like birds and never too ground,
did you know you wear the privileged crown.
I felt my heart beat still,
escaping the darkness, a sliding hill.
so at the bottom I find my fate.
filled with relentless horror, perils and hate.
for I have no key to freedoms gate.
For here is my story, an eight year old,
hiding in America, the so-called illegal in the dark and cold.
Copyright © thelast don | Year Posted 2017