July 4, 2022
by Nancy Harb Almendras
Give me your tired and give me your poor
Is a phrase the school children never hear
We’ve lost our hope and are programmed to fear.
Yet, consider, on this Fourth of July.
Our moms and dads from the old country came
Their trades, expertise once easy to ply.
Look, today’s seekers harbor the same dream.
Even now the summer of our discontent
Some forge ahead in hopes of better days
And will never give up, never relent
Although for all the efforts, little pays.
Hard to strive amid such disunity
My country, land of opportunity?
The Immigrant's Statue - Statue Of Liberty National Monument (U.S. National Park Service)