Thursday, November 20, 2014

a poem by gary pelow

alone they stand, latinos, some with mental disorders, left uncared for, afraid of help, undocumented, deported back to a former hell, should americanos care, should we or could we turn them away, are we a nation of caring or a nation of not caring, i ave my own problems you say, what is this to me, well like it or not, they pick your food in the fields and are here, they work for you, literally for pocket change, do we not owe them mental health, mentally ill, anywhere in the world got it tuff, more so in the slums of third world, we must care for our own mental patients first, we have failed them, this true, america first, but america cruel

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