Friday, June 27, 2014

Migrant (Alix)


This country is built on browning backs
darkened by the heat of ancestors.
Tan hands plunged into molten soil
churning up prosperity.

Condemned by the dark of their ancestors
the people have left their homeland
they reap our prosperity
forsaken by their promised land.

The people have come to our homeland.
We’ve fed them our dreams and our promise
forsaken by this promised land
they pay for our freedom with their blood.

They feed us with their dreams and their promises
this country we’ve built on broken backs
the ideals we’ve financed with blood
their broken hearts buried in foreign soil.

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