IMMIGRANT
your s.o.s. was sent out
over the wireless
long ago
funny how
the ansar heeded
the message
of the muhajirun
and you're still standing
with visa forms
and passport in hand
guess you're
no different than
the russian thistle
on the farmlands
of your native colorado
your diplomas
and expertise
might as well be static
on the airwaves
the immigration policy
in this foreign land
changes as often as
a mutated microbe
and all your
knowledge can't cure
your dilemma
you're still
tumbleweed
on the plains
uprooted and windswept
never mind
your petition
for permanent residency
was intercepted
and jammed
Allah knows no one
gives a damm
your wife and daughter
can still live on
in their tropical homeland
better you
thrash about
in the barbed wire
than drift around
the borderlands
your mayday
will be heard
in the end
poetic justice
will prevail
as surely as
the israk miraj
your progeny
will flourish
in the spring
amid this new land
and they will emerge
the hybrid
generation
among the weeds
© Breyel, Timm. "Immigrant". All rights reserved.
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