POEM: "Immigrants" by Rozi Theohari

IMMIGRANTS


Two eyes
Here
Two eyes
There
In their homeland
Immigrants
Have not
Five senses
But ten
One part
On their heart
Pours blood
Another - tears.


If you are
Close to a Cambodian
Don't call them
Muddled!
Their bewilderment
Is real
Because they
Live with double vision
Night and day.


Between push/pull feelings
Winners of the "American Dream"


For a Vietnamese
A skycraper
Seems to be
A Buddhist Temple
An Albanian imagines
A high snowy mountain.


The Sun
Is cold
For immigrants
Would you mind
Substituting this
With
    Warm words of
        WELCOME?


- TWO HALVES
   Poems by
   ROZI THEOHARI


   Publishing House "Mesonjetorja e Pare"
   Tirana 2002