The Young Man

                                                                                            A young man traveling from far,

Crossing three borders he has come to a foreign land,

Escaping the civil war that tormented his land,

Behind he left his old life to start a better one.

Along came his wife and young child,

Escaping the terrible events.

Running across rivers and desserts

He made it to the freedom land.

Men white as snow,

With Piercing blue eyes,

Looking down on his brown skin and brown eyes.

The young man

Petrified of the unknown,

He began his new life.

Struggling to adjust,

Not knowing the language,

But a white man at a bar gave him a chance,

At last he found a job to support his crying child.

From there two more flowers blossomed,

Crying and hungry.

The oldest at only seven years old

                                                                              Translated his father’s tongue to the big white man.     

His children grew and got strong,

He looks at them with pride,

Believing they can be anything they want,

Supporting their decisions

He let his oldest go,

At only twenty years old

The young man became a soldier,

Served with honor,

His brother following his glory,

Became the first generation

To go to college.

The youngest and only girl,

Following her dreams away from home.

She dreams of a new exciting life.

The young man from far away had

Became a father of three,

With pride he held up his kids for anyone to see.

Now he is plagued by the images on the screen,

His land covered in violence and sadness.

Men terrorizing the citizens,

Especially the women and children.

He saw that the civil war destroy his land,

Not being able to rebuild,

His people were suffering.

He couldn’t have imaged his life of suffering

For his children.

He was glad to be a part of the freedom land,

But now that is being threatened.

The election made things complicated,

Men and women rejecting immigration

Rejecting his culture and wishes.

Outside his door a country divided in two,

Instead of moving forward,

Our culture is stuck in the 50s,

Is this what the freedom land has come to?