Immigrant
i'm just an immigrant here,
with no ties, no homeland,
no direction,
and no tomorrow!
i'm walking an uncharted path
through thorn and thistle;
my lips are parched,
my soul is hungry
my hands are tied,
my back is burdened,
i cant pitch my tent
on this rocky ground
the caw of the crow,
the screech of the hawk,
the growl of the bear
and the reflection
of longing
in a murky pool
just an immigrant
searching for today!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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