The Weeping Immigrant
A curious silence
A desparate glare
She stands in the creek
The wind in her hair
What lies ahead?
A world with no care
The weeping woman
has moved nowhere
In the midst of an adventure
in the search for care
her child is gone
sitting in cold air
Her child must stay
The gaurds do declare
As the weeping woman cries
In front of their glares
This poem is about:
My community
Our world