IMMIGRANTS AND ELECTIONS

Elections are over, some have won
Others, lost
All the changes and nots
Affect many, but none more than us.
 
In times like these, when uncertainties abound
The nights are long, doubts and fear cry loud
Lying in bed with questions and doubt
Will we ever be homebound?
 
Sometimes under a crescent moon
The memories of youth and childhood
Nag at our soul, and ask
Whatever was our task?
 
But here, in this new land of ours
Ideas are paramount
Everyone's voice counts
No matter the reason or cost.
 
And in this world lies our faith
As it's home now, and we wait
For the call of the day that'll shout
That our votes, too, will now count!