Undocumented Poem by Leonard Dabydeen

Undocumented



Dreamers
undocumented
their backs are sore;
their pain unhealing truths;
their lies are what they live for;
how they sit next to me
as the train leaves the station
becomes reality of tomorrow.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Indian undocumented immigrants in the United States: they work without insurance.
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