On some days
I crave for death to come
Strike its swift blow
Bestow its soft magic
Like it has upon many of my brothers;
The meaningless and hollow existence
That looms above my head
I take a breath.
You build borders
I am thrown out of the categories you make
To contain your powers
To keep me out.
I am part-human
Surviving on bread crumbs
That charity chooses to provide.
But what am I living for? I ask myself,
As I watch my mother
Cease to exist
With no medicine to have and no doctor to provide help
With the pain that engulfs her being.
People do not want to help
Or those who want to simply cannot reach me
It becomes difficult to carry my humanity with me
When every force is busy pulling at its remaining shreds
I don’t wish to paint a picture of utter gloom or destitution
But it is what it is isnt it
Why, I once wanted to be an actor,
Until life thrust me into this unwanted role
I simply cannot sleep without nightmares
Of the Horrors that I witness in the daytime.
Call me Rohingya, Syrian, Sudanese or Somalian
It does not matter
Because I’ve been taught that I don’t matter.
As I remain to be the by –product of
Greed and deceit
Of barricades, intolerance and protectionism.
Under the free sky
It is I who remains caged
Hoping that as the sun rises each day,
Someday it may so set on my problems.