Jay P Narain

Freshman - 578 Points (Jan.1945 / Bihar, India)

Migrant Worker - Poem by Jay P Narain

Standing by the end of paking lot,
By the side of the big box home improvement store,
Thre are a few people who wait here every day,
Looking for daily hard work to keep their hopes alive in destitute ways.

As a young adult, they heard stroies and dreamt of the paradise land,
The land of El Norte may be paved with gold and money hanging from the trees,
Everyone drives a car or two, everyone has plenty of food to eat and drink,
The even have a song, this land is for you and me.

They may be legal or illegal immigrants,
Sooner they arrived, their dreams crumbled into the realities,
They could not afford a car or live in the house of their dreams,
They could only buy their staple food if someone offered them a daily job.

They work hard, they hardly sweat in the blistering sun,
they build roads, building, mouments and gardens of everyone's dreams,
No one dedicates a plaque in their honor, no one recognizes their work,
For a fistfull of dollars, they are hired hands for a few intense labor hours.


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  • (7/19/2009 2:30:00 PM)

    Every country has its migrant worker not just from another country, even may be from another state of his own country. He comes with dreams which all turn to mirages yet he strives and somehow lives on. Education and seed money turn the same into autocrats, we also see, some shady people among the migrants for they think they can get away with anything, as they do not feel truly obliged or resposible, with a place they can always someday go back to.
    Angel.
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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 12, 2009



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