Immigration Sonnet Poem by Diana Euyoque

They fled those who treated them like scum
Bees they have become; flying rose to rose
From across the world these poor souls have come
Working like slaves with sweat upon their brows.
Past the rapid rivers and steep mountains
Across the ocean and the desert, too.
In great hopes to drink from Golden fountains
Their willingness has managed to break through.
All they have is the hopes and dreams they made.
When they decided to make the journey
Oblivious to the game being played,
All they yearned for was to at least be free.
Immigrants, for a new life, theirs they have lost;
Their lives mean nothing if that is the cost.