Looked down, I could see the stars,
Reflected in the water at my feet.
It was an oasis,
after miles of trudging.
I caught up the water
Saw the reflection in my palm,
Only to realize …
I was looking at a mirage.
Packed in illusionary bundles of hope
to serve a foreign nation
with dreams of flowing wealth to feed their families
floating in poverty behind,
all a quick means to clear debts, to conduct weddings
to live a life free from misery back home
but burning sand knows only to scorch,
dissolving faith and hope into mirages,
bunkers of misery, broken bones and belief
they lie forlorn, meekly shedding drops of sweat and blood
to survive in an alien land for a dream destroyed
thoughts of loved ones left behind the only solace,
lying frozen in fractured body and frustrating mind
waiting eternally for a world they might never get to
savour again, all for a dream that turned into a mirage.