Grown so sick of people like you sneaking into our country and stealing away our hard earned jobs
A little here and a little bit there
Regradless of what we let you have, it never seems to be enough
Call us up the very next day and you demand more, more, more
I swear it's like that with every single one of you
Always pushing past the borders errected to take more than is owned to you and your kind
2008 Ramona Thompson
Dark fiction only!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem