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Share These are immigrant times And the lines are long, The signs for jobs few, The songs sadder, the air meaner. Everyone is hungry. Everyone is willing. Jobs are not jobs but lives lived Hard at the work of being human. These are immigrant times, And the lines are long again. Copyright Credit: Alberto Rios, "Immigrant Centuries" from Not go away is my name . Copyright © 2020 by Alberto Rios. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press, www.coppercanyonpress.org. Source: Not go away is my name (Copper Canyon Press, 2020)

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