Page 111 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood
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In a land where diverse voices blend,
A vibrant tapestry, without end,
Immigrants stood, their roots entwined,
With skills and dreams, so finely lined.
But imagine a day when they could no longer bear,
The weight of racism's heavy snare,
Their hearts, once hopeful, now worn thin,
They pack their bags and journey within.
Factories and shops, once bustling with life,
Now face a silence, sharp as a knife,
The nurses, the teachers, the chefs with flair,
Gone are the hands that showed such care.
Taxes they paid, the coffers now bare,
A nation's wealth, now thin as air,
The skills they brought, the knowledge shared,
Vanished, as if never there.
Who will tend the fields, the homes, the stores?
When they depart for foreign shores,
The NHS, so proud and grand,
Struggles now, without their hand.
The culture rich, a melting pot,
Loses flavours it once had got,
Languages, foods, and festivals bright,
Fade into the quiet night.
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