The American Dream. Poem by Michael Cochrane
The American Dream.
Waiting at the dock tears are flowing, a man is playing a violin its a lament.
A deckhand unites the chains, we are waving knowing its the last sight of our loved ones and Ireland.
We sail together in third class to New York.
We arrived amongst the hundreds of people who stood in line to be treated like cattle.
Clothing in rags and starving looking for the American dream.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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