Immigrant Heart

Do not be saddened by our sullied shores,
do not forsake your dream, for the tocsin will
always ring for those unmindful of origin,
who bear convenient constructs, writhen mores,
all weighed by the dunnage of fear.

Strive, persist, and wait and wait and wait
until voices rise and the pendulum descends,
for the lady still shines, clear-eyed and steadfast.
She still wants you, she still needs you,
your soul, your yearning heart.