Poem+-+Immigrants+to+a+new+land

=Poems on settling into a new country.=

**Craig Chirinda** When the job market is tough and you can’t find employment; you blame it on the immigrants. When love doesn’t love you and no-one wants to date you; 'it’s because of the immigrants'. When you wonder why you are dumb, sick, and broke; you link the cause to immigrants. All your miseries, misfortunes, misdeeds and mistimings; you attribute them to immigrants. You never think objectively, you never take responsibility; you simply blame the immigrants.
 * The Immigrants... **

Maybe you cause your own problems; maybe your misery is because of your own traits. Maybe you were meant to struggle while they flourish; maybe unhappiness is your fate. Maybe you’re always in the wrong place at the wrong time; maybe you’re always late. OR... Maybe love loves you after-all; maybe one day you’ll find your perfect mate. Maybe it isn’t because of the immigrants; maybe they don’t deserve your hate. [] =Immigrants= Walking on the thread of hope Stretched between the time and place Over the deep valley Watching our parts that felled down Floating on their intense chests Under a cloud of fear Of the unknown Within their invisible winding – sheets Embroidered by the forgetfulness chants
 * Habib Fare **

1997 [] Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.
 * Refugee Blues **
 * W.H.Auden **

Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you'll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every spring it blossoms anew: Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said, "If you've got no passport you're officially dead": But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.

Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Asked me politely to return next year: But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day?

Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said; "If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread": He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me.

Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky; It was Hitler over Europe, saying, "They must die": O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind.

Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin, Saw a door opened and a cat let in: But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews.

Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay, Saw the fish swimming as if they were free: Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away.

Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees; They had no politicians and sang at their ease: They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race.

Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors, A thousand windows and a thousand doors: Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Stood on a great plain in the falling snow; Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro: Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me. []