A life in Silica is promising Bread and Wine is plenty. Everyone lives in a square box with four windows. Men work at mines and markets. A life in Silica is truly blessing. Those who know the blessed Silica, Leave their nests and fly, In hope to settle down on a new blessed land. Silica is really new and interesting. The country is always sparkling The buildings are so tall that a man broke his neck when he looks up. Lips pushed out when they speak. Silica must be really interesting as it said. I know the Silica My friends know the Silica Everyone knows the the Silica But God sends only a few there. Everynight we pray fervently Everyday we listen in awe as we listen to their story. Everyday we dream that we are also there. I want my family to have a full meal. I want my family to live peacefully. I want my sick father to be recovered So he can write poems with me. Once we are in Silica My family will be fine. Their future Will be really promising.
I just cant control myself anymore. I hope immigrants can relate to this poem.