Monday, June 7, 2010

Someday

Anonymous Participant


How does one know what is true?
How do I know what I should do
So much pain, and, trouble, and strife
When will we realize, it’s not just a number, it’s actually a life
Questions are bountiful, solutions are hard
But no matter what, immigrants are no just objects to discard
Guide us Oh Lord and show us the way
That we’ll all treat eachothers like
Brothers and sisters, somehow, someday

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