I am an immigrant
quisling with various flags
when I enter my hut
I wear my ego and listen to CNN.
I've wondered many times
about my lyric of thoughts
is it in my flag tongue...?
Or is it in my new found love
legal immigrant.
© Emu Getachew. November 2009
When you are in a foreign land, you have to adopt when necessary, but you may still be who and what you are inside.
it is indeed difficult to adopt as an imigrant....you have brought it out very well in this poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Emu Angel - When in Rome do as the Romans do! Hide behind the flag or whatever. If you are going to be an immigrant always strive to be legal - you know it makes sense. It deserves a TEN! Love in poetry - JOHN