The Other

They came with nothing, crossed the sea to seek
A better life they heard was waiting there.
The streets were paved with gold, they heard, not bleak
And barren futures faced should they stay. There
The land was plenty, fertile, rich, and free
For the asking. Abundance awaited,
Paradise for all, it was said. A tree
Of life, it was said. But they found gated
Walls, hostile natives, unfriendly faces
And words, anger at their appearance. Hard
They worked to fit in, but only scant traces
Of acceptance met them. Their false reward
For sacrifice to gain that better way
Was barriers. Is barriers, still. Today.

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