It is an ancient immigrant,
Being in scared of being stopped and being attacked,
With a fearful gaze, he asks,
When will it happen to me?
The streets are wide and busy,
He wonders when it will be his time,
Some eyes meet and conversations start,
They understand each other’s misfortune.
He then sits down on the bus stop,
Starts talking about his misery,
The person next to him listens,
The ancient immigrant start sobbing.
The person next to him does nothing but agrees,
“I’m tired of all the racism and discrimination!” he screams.
The person next to him just walks away,
They were scared of being the center of attention.
“I came to the Unites States for a better life for me and my family!
Why am I not being helped? Why am I being treated like a slave?
Just because I have no citizenship, why do I have to suffer?
Before coming here, I thought that the American Dream was really true,
He thinks to himself.
“I walk from home to this bus stop,
Just to work in a place that pays me nothing,
15 cents for a shirt that is sold for hundreds of dollars in big stores,
Being in the fields, breaking our backs.”
Every day the sun goes up,
Hoping for changes to occur,
Waiting to feel a little bit of the American Dream,
However, every day seems the same.
Racism and hate crime always occurring,
Occurring in front, in the back on the side,
Miles away, everywhere.
He starts sobbing again.
Remembering all the jobs he has done as he walks,
The streets full of street vendors,
Being arrested and hurt because of the “crime” of selling.
He realizes this country is full of misery.
Walking more, he then starts thinking about the place he left,
He misses his culture, it seems he has forgotten about it,
Wanting to go back, because even if he was poor,
Home was home and his identity.
As he walked, time and space didn’t matter,
He was far from “home” and was already really late,
He goes back from where he came from,
Once again thinking how miserable he feels.
It’s late at night, as he sees red, white and blue,
He hides his face and his heart starts racing,
The ancient immigrant starts laughing,
Shouldn’t I be scared of criminals?
He gets home, hoping for better news,
Trying to forget the outside he turns on the TV,
Just as he sits down, he hears “Trump”,
And again all the fear and melancholy comes back.
“Why can you just leave us alone!” he screams.
“We are not criminals, we are just trying to survive!”
“Stop blaming us for everything that happens!”
The ancient immigrant, just walks away and goes to sleep,
Because that’s the only way, to numb his pain.
Hoping for the next morning for changes to occur.
I decided to make my parody based on “The Ancient Mariner” which focuses on the still occurring events of the life of many immigrants who reside in the United States. As I can relate to the topic itself, I was able to put in personal experiences, as well as experiences within my community. My parody talks about the life of an immigrant who is “illegal” and the fears as he walks through the streets plus the jobs they are mostly obliged to do in order to survive, and how he is willing to put up with it. The ancient immigrant in this case also becomes a symbol that represents the daily life and trauma many others feel. I decided to change the flow and the complex language of the poem to a more “to the point” type of language. The reason I did this was because we live a modern day, where easy and to the point literature is being appreciated and read more. Unlike the original version by Coleridge, the ancient immigrant seems to have an audience within the poem, but we also become his audience as we are able to read what he is feeling and thinking. At the same time, the end of my parody, does not end with the same message of Coleridge, but ends more in a melancholic mood. I made this decision upon where we stand now in modern life, where even though we hope for the best the next day, nothing seems to changing, everything seems to be going to the worst. People have also given up hope.