Poems about Immigration
in the midst of it of disease and sickness i struggle
We are being hunted Torn apart from our families We are disgusted Is that really how its supposed to be
I was always a man on move, a man on run, a man on Highway
Tuesday, August 19, 2015(Date poem was born)
From Schools To Bedrooms To Business Boardrooms... As Well As These People In Government Crews...
I want to go back in time when I used to be free from cares and Mother would hold me close.
Romantic blood and majestic past; Flatter the abused, give them scraps, Or they’ll ask for respect.
Ya Know These Days... " What I'm Seeing "... Is... WAY Beyond Believing...... ?!?
Okay I Know This Seems... OBVIOUS To Say... But You CAN'T Like EVERYTHING At The End of The Day... !!!
Seeking completeness I've come so far. Although, it has robbed myself out of me.