He risks everything,
Travelling in the back of trailers
Or floating down a muddy river,
In search of a better life.
Globe Trotter
He hails from all corners
Speaks many tongues
And has many faces
He's a plumber, a picker,
A carpenter, a smith,
A janitor, a gardener,
A driver, a Mule.
He busts his back,
Blisters his hands,
Cuts his fingers
Risks life and family.
All for what?
He earns a misery,
Works without rest,
And is so far from home.
He is beaten down,
Ridiculed,
Discriminated without remorse,
And shunned.
He is humbled...
But will not cringe.
He endures hardships,
To see his dreams fulfilled.
© José V. Guerra Awe
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