I spied a young illegal immigrant lying in the street
badly beat
with bloody feet
asylum dreams crushed into the concrete
with nothing to eat
his goal incomplete
his hopes in full defeat
with nowhere to retreat
he quietly died there in the heat
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Author: Dave Stancliff
Retired newspaper editor/publisher, veteran, freelance writer, blogger. Married 44 years. Independent thinker. A sense of humor. Defender of truth. Give my poems, essays and short stories a try. I look forward to meeting you.
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