“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.… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
“These are immigrant times And the lines are long, The signs for jobs few, The songs sadder, the air meaner. Everyone is hungry. Everyone… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
“We plant seeds in the ground And dreams in the sky, Hoping that, someday, the roots of one Will meet the upstretched limbs of… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
“We could not swim, but now we are swimming— We have to swim. It is not fair. It is never fair. We have no… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
“Together, we are a tribe of eyes that look upward, Even as we stand on uncertain ground. The earth beneath us moves, quiet and… — Alberto Ríos Copy Share Image
