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My parents left our homeland for me More than five thousand, five hundred miles To travel to a land ripe with opportunity But at times the ripest fruit tended to spoil However, they always counted God's blessings and moved on My parents have endlessly toiled With their younger son on the way And four years of American experience They strived at greater lengths each and every day It is difficult to set aside one's own will To tend to a family To pay an immigration agency's bills Yet they have done it, tried and true Citizenship, I pray Is coming soon One day, I will properly honor them Meanwhile, This country will learn to accept others, but only with Him as its precious gem
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Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 2:51 AM UTC
Sacrifice [Revisited]