Immigration

overseas, they all left overseas,

how happy to see money coming
to build the most beautiful house

how said to see no home at all.
how desperate, how loveless

how empty, how detached
they must know that these things are simply irreconcilable!

how the gold and diamond glisten on the ears
how sad the eyes have become.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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