We Are The Travelers Poem by Susan Williams
We Are The Travelers
.
loaded onto carts, loaded into railroad cars
loaded onto trucks, loaded into vans
loaded onto livestock trucks, loaded into boats
we are the poor, we are the unwanted
.
loaded onto old conveyances with the last money we have
or walking through the dust of ages to knock upon your door
with all our earthly possessions
that we can carry on our backs, in our arms
.
food stuffed into bags, food stuffed into pockets
wearing layer after layer
of our clothing
so we can carry more
.
we are so crowded together
we cannot lie down
there will be no sleep nor rest for the likes of us
squeezed together like sheep
.
we carry our children
in our weary arms
we watch over their pale little faces
dark circles under their eyes
.
they weigh so little
with their toothpick arms and legs
please do not mind them, they do not take up much room
please do not mind them, they do not eat so much
.
we are heavy laden, we bear many sorrows
our burdens are many, we yearn to put them down
for strength we can only lean against each other
and hold each other up
.
we stand silently jammed together
as we pass through the night
loaded into train cars
loaded into box cars
.
loaded into steerage
loaded in the backs of moving vans
we are the travelers, we are the emigrants
we are the poor, we are the unwanted
.
.
~~~~~~~© 2012 susan williams
A sad but true poem there are millions of human beings suffering every day? .........well written Susan
Soran, thank you for your enthusiastic reception of this poem. You are always guiding me to write better by both pointing out lapses and by pointing out what works well!
The poet in this beautiful poem successfully mixed the difficulties of life for the material and moral side of mankind and in the end we are all traveling differently. The poet makes from daily routine things a big and important meanings that make us read the poem passionately until we reach the end. Well done, greet you to your sublime human feeling 10++++
we are heavy laden, we bear many sorrows our burdens are many, we yearn to put them down for strength we can only lean against each other and hold each other up
Just before the lockdown was announced, it was a pity seeing people walking miles with small children in hands and jamming into vehicles to reach back to their native villages, as in the time of the desperate refugee migration. You have presented a touching scene of the flight of emigrants and the poor!
I can only repeat what I said in reply to your comment below. And say your last line above could be said if you. May God watch over us all, my friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A vivid and incisive picture on immigration and poverty has been made here astutely and touchingly. The sights of the immigrants are really painful. They have nothing to react. Here i want to cite....we stand silently jammed together / as we pass through the night / loaded into train cars / loaded into box cars. A great write.10
Thank you. I am glad their plight stirs compassionate souls.