Thomas Rogers Muyunga Mukasa's Immigrant's Creed

The Immigrant's Creed


I came to these shores;
in me were tempests of fear,
my hope lay in the frothing foam,
for never shall I again roam.

This land is for all a home;
patch up this wound,
pass that cup around,
shred the insular burdens for you are never alone.

Look on ahead, there flies the flag,
loftily waving and arguing,
a common language, love with pride,
march with a firm stride.

I lift my head for I am healed;
in my heart is a banquet,
my soul prepares a buffet,
my face beams, my hands stretched.

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