Don't call me a stranger,

I need to communicate;

Especially when language is not understood.

Don't call me a stranger;

I need to feel at home;

Especially When loneliness cools my heart.

Don't call me a stranger;

The soil we step on is the same,

But mine is not “the promised land”

Don't call me a stranger;

The color of my passport is different,

But the color of our blood is the same.

Don't call me a stranger;

The language I speak sounds different,

But the feelings it expresses are the same.

Don't call me a stranger;

I toil and struggle in your land,

And the sweat of our brows is the same.

Don't call me stranger;

Borders, we created them,

And the separation that results is the same.

Don't call me a stranger;

I am just your friend,

But you do not know me yet.

Don't call me a stranger;

We cry for justice and peace in different ways,

But our God is the same.

Don't call me a stranger,

Yes! I am a migrant

But our God is the same.

Taiwan, Migrant Sunday, September 30, 2001

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