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Their dripping shirts hung all askew
Breaths they catch with their rancid crew
Their blistered backs and reddened eyes
Pause to see the darkening skies
“Don't want you here, now go away”
“A short stay please” and begging look
“I’m standing here, I’m not a crook”
No room for you the wind does say
“Can't feed our own, so go away”
“I’ll work real hard, soon you will see
I came to make my family free”
“Why did you not knock upon our doors
Instead of sneaking to our shores?”
“No patient pride do we possess
I did sneak across I do confess”
“We want to be here, please don't you see
Our crying eyes and hunger be ?”
“Life offers nothing in our homeland
we
Starved and struggled to reach your land”
“But you’re not welcome here my friend
Go back to your own troubled land”
“I’m on your shore can you not see
I can't go back I am not free”
“Our borders fenced you cannot cross”
“I prayed to God with no remorse”
A pointed gun positioned high
With his last hope and tearful eyes.
“But my children live upon your land
I came back again to see”
With struggling breath and reaching hand
“Please take care of them for me.”
