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Poor Immigrant - Judy Collins

Written by：David Anderle

I pity the poor immigrant

Who wished he'd stayed home

Who uses all his power to do evil

And in the end is always left alone

Like men who with his fingers cheats

And who lies with every breath

Who passionately hate his life

And likewise fears his death

I pity the poor immigrant

Who's strength is all in vain

Who's heaven is like iron sides

Who's tears fall like rain

Who eats but is not satisfied

Who hears but does not see

Who falls in love with wealth and self

And turns his back on me

I pity the poor immigrant

Who tramples through the mud

Who fills his mouth with laughing

And who builds his town with blood

Who visions it may finally

Must shatter like the glass

I pity the poor immigrant

Who his gladness comes surpass