Irish-American - Poem by Kathleen Griffin
Forever alien in this pleasant land,
the hyphenated ones, with double home
long after generations should demand
a single eye should cease to roam
toward heritages ancestors denied
in bitterness of long privation.
Yet the blood, angry, homesick, cried
for homeland other than this nation.
Native here by accident of birth,
and never native there by any ties,
at last a spirit wandering the earth –
the alien earth, traveling strange skies,
still I go there, knowing I will find
only another shadow in my mind.
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