The Weeping Immigrant

A curious silence 

A desparate glare

She stands in the creek

The wind in her hair


What lies ahead?

A world with no care

The weeping woman

has moved nowhere


In the midst of an adventure

in the search for care

her child is gone 

sitting in cold air


Her child must stay

The gaurds do declare

As the weeping woman cries

In front of their glares 


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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