The guns

The runs

The blood dams

The harms along my way

My arms my weapon

The tears

The fears

Hope gone

 

The borders

The boulders

The load on my shoulders

My breathe I hold

The tears

The fears

My wisdom of years gone

Am torn

 

Mission submission

My nation torn

My clothes torn

My vision gone

My dreams cream gone

My ambition naked

Graduate into a refugee all I have

A refugee yes

 

My leather bag my only bank

Cut the strap and squeeze my life out a thought

The refugee camp visible

Like a charging rhino I ran

Hope!

Hope!

A refugee

A refugee, my layers of silent prayers answered