The Immigrant Poem

Here is a poem that I wrote:

The Immigrant Poem

Picture a silhouette of a man on a hill in early morning
Darkness seeping out of the edges
He has traveled over days, his life always in another’s hands
And stands now on the cusp of what he hopes is more than opportunity
but a dream about to be realized.

Now picture a silhouette of a man on a hill at dusk
Darkness bleeding in from the corners and radiating from the center
His ancestors traveled over days, compelled by the thought of something better;
And this entitles him to stand there
Aiming to deny another man
his opportunity to realize a dream.