Immigration


Klaus Langer
We are stuck 
Stuck in a world of horror 
world of suffrage
 world my family can not escape

 i, i alone 
have an opportunity to leave
to leave the suffering 
the identity cards
 the hatred 
the bums and scums
 but to leave is to leave my family
but still i look i look for a way out 
 
to England?
to Holland?
to Wieringen?
to India?

we send papers
and physicals and passports
but still no answers
no passage way out
so here i lay besides my family
in the cold
wondering if we will escape this or suffer through the end. 

One of me

only
one of me-- so
don't compare or contrast 
because only one of me 
can be.


Published Poems

"Song of the Open Road"
 by Walt Whitman
http://www.bartleby.com/142/82.html
"Different"
by Tabatha Vincent

http://100-poems.com/poems/life/1096001.htm

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