Who Are They?

Who are they to deny us our freedom? To make us work under our will? To work hard,but coming home having nothing, nothing to eat or sleep on. Who are they to,make us work like fruit and crop pickers, dishwashers, and housekeepers. To stop us from sprouting wings and fly away to a better life with no inequality. Hoping for a better tomorrow and waking up thinking it was a dream. Who are they to make our dreams a living nightmare. Not having a place to call home,going from place to place and finding nothing. Wondering where are we going to go next. Having to beg for food and money,but not getting any. Who are they to tell us to go back to where we came from? Who are they to slam their doors in our face? I wonder why they call it “The country of freedom” while I'm here and not getting any just because I'm different.   Who Are They?

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