Philippine Catholic Mission Europe

Migrant, give me your hand.
They say you cannot stay here,
This is not your land.
But to me you belong

Because you work on it with your hands.
Overseas worker, give me your hand.
It is half empty, you earn half of what I do.
But I know it is not right
Because your fatigue is the same.
I feel it in your hands.

Domestic worker, give me your hand.
It keeps my house running
And my family comfortable.
Why do I look down on you,
You who hold my children’s hands?