Advice To Immigrants Poem by Tony Adah

My body is on the hills
Of my country looking beyond
My wings ready to fly
To where there's sunshine
Where people have suffered to clear
Their trees
Here I will go take everything
Without sweat, so I think.
Some are corpses floating on water
Or rescued from drowning
The cold that freezes where the
Sun shines
The hunger that bites in the
Absence of food
The beds that are on the pavements
Are worth staying back at home
Clear your trees and plant your
Own sunshine.