Prose in a nutshell- American immigration |
| they promised a place to live a high rise tower condo not far from a big shopping center running water electric lights television sets that were in Mother's language. we climbed fences, slipped past border patrols slept on the ground and saw the town dumps looking for food we came to the lady in the harbor and she held up her torch promising us a change and we waited patiently in line we didn't speak english didn't read or write and didn't have jobs but we believed in the promise. we have to live in shelters cardboard boxes on top of the Amtrak station to stay warm we see our friends once in a while while working for a farmer in California picking cabbages some went home others in the hospital Jose had a spider bite and almost died but we still believe in the Promise of a better life. no high rise condo but then there is a freedom She still holds the torch. |