A skinny migrant worker

The biopsy it doesn't say that he is a poor creature.
Perhaps the pot bellied immigration officer may inquires of his legal papers.
What else he could produce unless a tattered certificate of birth
That belongs to his poor loving parents?
Please let him walk comfortably along this jealousy road
As he cannot die until he dies.

[ The tractor plows over the farms in the neighborhood wiping out any evidence that people ever lived there.The Grapes of Wrath is about the Joads, an Oklahoma family who was forced off its farm in 1930s, dispossessed farmers on a disappointing trek to California looking for jobs.Two other John.Steinbeck's novels have also dealt with migrant workers in California.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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