Immigrant


A trembling hand
Reaching to the sky
Nothing was planned
Out of their throats rips a cry

Their homes are broken
Their souls are torn
So many things were left unspoken
Nothing left but to mourn

Tears fall like rivers
Everyone screams why
Not one among them sinners
The pleas all lost in an angry sky

The people may cry out from their pain
But it will remain there all the same

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