ImmigrantsA Poem by Arthur WeilAs timely now as when it was written 2 years ago.No entombment like in Pharaoh’s time Yet I, you, most victim of isolation Somewhere over there, Washington, London Someone else is pulling the strings Restrictions on travel, money exchange Careful what you say or do Want to keep your job? Don’t protest! They have a dossier on you, your family! But I am a citizen. My family served in the war. Never mind. It’s all for your own good " so they say. No green card? Welfare? Get paid under the table? Been here in the good old US 17 years, two kids born
here! There is an ominous dark cloud hanging over us now. Careful what you read, say, or even do. Don’t get arrested! Should I go back to my birth country? © 2017 Arthur Weil |
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1 Review Added on October 10, 2017 Last Updated on October 10, 2017 AuthorArthur WeilCAAboutI was a public school teacher for 27 years and now have time to write poetry. I am the author of 22 books. more..Writing
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