Endless Chronicles

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from immigrants
all our roads
have descended..

ancestors
themselves survivors-
of mustard gases
& stinking trenches
of cruelty & war..

of nursing their own
thru the burning fevers
of deathly ills
& historys' dark depressions;
endless chronicles of
humankinds' immigration-

feel how it continues
in journeys around the sun,
our infinity just begun..

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