Migrants In The Promised Land Poem by Sylvia Chidi

Migrants In The Promised Land



Come, come, your faces don’t glitter
Have you ever slept outdoors at winter?
Why do you feel bad and awfully bitter?
Have you laid on a road full of litter?

Migrants, benefits and grants
The World is looking as Europe rants
Migrants the size of ants and elephants
Migrants in the promised German land
A better life they wish to plant

There is a movement that has ignited speculation
You are a leader who has often lent a helping hand
Now the people are coming with certain expectations
To this wonderful enterprise called the German land!

We want the crowd to feel well treated
In peace I can live then so can they live
The pace is set and the agenda is completed
We will see what the Promised Land gives
Already there are curious eyebrows raised,
And everyone expects hope itself to be amazed
Yes in time the peoples taste will flatter
And Yes! It will not be a laughing matter
For many this is an awful big deal
It may cause embarrassments I feel

Migrants, adults and infants
The World is looking as Europe rants
Migrants the size of ants and elephants
Migrants in the promised German land
A better life they wish to plant

A migrant chats and invites the eye to see,
She says the price of freedom is a priceless fee
What this Promised Land offers incites me to see.
The strong waves of oceans do not at all fright me.
The tidal storms nor deaths I see, will not smite me.

How shall we plan our future, old, fresh and new?
We close our eyes to wars that destroy both me and you
Why? Why? Why? Do you wish to see us die instead?
Is the present tense the only thing in your head?
We nag and rant about the unfortunate migrants
But a World with peace and no war is equally important

It’s important for the future
It’s important for the World to cure
It’s important for us to learn to love and endure
It’s important for us to become a species that’s pure
It’s important to build cities and not destroy for sure

Migrants in the Promised Land
Tell me now that you understand
For I understand why they demand
The human race is an endless brand
It’s time for all to lend a timeless hand

Copyright 2015 Sylvia Lovina Chidi

Thursday, October 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: history
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 01 October 2015

A passionate poem, Sylvia. Germany has done her part in this crisis. I cannot imagine either the struggles and hardships of the war evicted immigrants or the countries faced with trying to handle the large volumes seeking refuge. I hope other countries step up and that the conflict ends soon and these innocent people can return to what was their lives. Thanks Ruhe

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