A Skinny Migrant Worker Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Skinny Migrant Worker
The biopsy it doesn't say that he is a poor creature.
Perhaps the pot bellied immigration officer may inquires of his legal papers.
What else he could produce unless a tattered certificate of birth
That belongs to his poor loving parents?
Please let him walk comfortably along this jealousy road
As he cannot die until he dies.
[ The tractor plows over the farms in the neighborhood wiping out any evidence that people ever lived there.The Grapes of Wrath is about the Joads, an Oklahoma family who was forced off its farm in 1930s, dispossessed farmers on a disappointing trek to California looking for jobs.Two other John.Steinbeck's novels have also dealt with migrant workers in California.]
I remember the Grapes of Wrath was the first Steinbeck novel I read when had just left school. I was spellbound from the first paragraph. Your poem does justice to his powerfully drawn expression of man's inhumanity to man. You both source your creativity from the same place methinks... love, Allie xxxx
Very touching. In your mind you have bonded with the plight of this migrant worker. Take care, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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I would like to translate this poem
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From the dust they shall rise Through the planting again They'll rise And the fruits that seemed lost Will return at all cost and their names shall return As pure