An Immigrant Hymn

(my immigration story against Trump)

Must be difficult, to unlearn,
Everything you once knew,
New ways quickly learn,
A different way accept as true.

Must be difficult, to get used,
To faces white and black,
To internalize new skills and,
Master the foreign with an easy knack.

Must be difficult, more than the ways,
To tragically leave behind,
The feel of rainy tropical days,
Family and friends kind.

Must be difficult, to restart,
From the bottom of the ladder,
With your unusual accent part,
Keep memories from making you sadder.

But, yet you do it,
With great joy and pain,
To keep a promise to yourself,
Pursue happiness, hopefully NOT in vain!