The Illegal Immigrant (Satire Poetry)
He crossed the border, wife in hand
To a place believed the Promised Land
His home before of dismal hope
No jobs, no money; he could not cope
Across the sand in this new land
Where life abounds and all is grand
free Medicine for his family
made for the cause humanity
Men gave their lives unselfishly
So this new country would be free
A place where paying jobs abound
If willingly he’ll but work the ground.
The residents choose not to toil
And place their fingers in the soil
So if he takes a lesser pay,
American jobs he’ll take away
A Refugee from stress and strife
He comes here with hopes of better life
This country’s people don't complain
They let his ancestors remain.
Documents made for a fee
pass immigration’s scrutiny
A false ID and license too;
For a while would see them through
Find a job and work the land
Hot sun would not impede his hand
A land of opportunity,
Requiring no responsibility!
With out a birth certificate
No legal passport can he get
But if a new baby comes to be
He’ll get social security
The constitution he has not read
To their flag he did not pledge
They’ll offer food and work; a brand new life;
for him, his baby, and his wife.
A language he need not learn
Income tax is no concern
How great these Americans must be
To give so much to him for free
He’ll have a job, a car, a house
that he can offer to his spouse
Things he’d never hoped to see
How great this thing called Liberty
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Registered :: Mon Mar 22 19:37:00 UTC 2010
Title :: The Illegal Immigrant
Category :: Poetry
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