Usa Poem by Roberta James Mitchell

i didn't lost my arm
being hero at a war,
i didn't lost my leg
trying to save anyone
but myself.

isn't it enough
to make you back up
from your idea?
don't you see
how much i've paid,
i was also heading
to the USA.

it was the train
that ripped off my
arm and my leg,
i tryed to get away
from it's rail,
but it was late.

c'me on kiddo
it's useless to even try,
if you don't die with the train,
you'll die on the road,
and if you're stubborn enough
to go on,
desert's hungry and waiting,
and also the border patrol.

so stay here, don't go,
live, enjoy your family
and work.
there is no such thing
as the American dream,
it really doesn't exist,
and there might be a nightmare
in it's place.

so stay,
'coz the american dream's a fake
and you might not even make it
to the United States.