American Dream - Part II
It is a poem describing why illegal immigrants came to the United States.
Careless of the consequence I made the choice
A cloudy day perhaps I should say, it was a thunderstorm day
At firsts my hearth begun to stray
As the days went by all I saw around me was cactus and this horrible sensation that burn my shoulder was the moist
At this point I thought that hope was gone my hearth fall apart
I have gone days without food
I have gone weeks without sleep
Mother Nature was not in a good mood
She kept the moist, as there was no tomorrow I could even feel it deep my soul. I weep
A cloudy day perhaps I should say, it was a thunderstorm day
At firsts my hearth begun to stray
As the days went by all I saw around me was cactus and this horrible sensation that burn my shoulder was the moist
At this point I thought that hope was gone my hearth fall apart
I have gone days without food
I have gone weeks without sleep
Mother Nature was not in a good mood
She kept the moist, as there was no tomorrow I could even feel it deep my soul. I weep
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