On the Thresholds of Syrian Border I am born on the border Of countries on the crossroads I have no face, I am born without papers And no one knows my name. I come and I go looking for belongings Where do my people sleep? As I stay with them under an open sky Talking about hope, I have no roof, and I have no food In the camps with thousands of children starving I cannot stay, I have no mother, and I have no father to hold my hand, And how can I tell that my brother vanished in jail no where to be found, I have no place, and I cannot play anywhere Is it because I have no friends, or because I have no name? I am a silhouette on midnight of the full moon, Looking for my wife and my children asleep somewhere, Where are they gone, I cannot find them, night or day And I am always sent across boarders because I have no place, Instead I get caught dancing in a wind With a man with a golden gun on his hand longing to kill I have no dance, and I don’t know the steps My face is pale, and I have no name. They wrap their flag all around me, Asking me to sing, pushing me to sing My national anthem, that is not mine, But I have no body, and I have no voice, I have no country, and I have no song As I open my mouth to utter a word, What comes out is I have no name… O my people, where are you now? Between the checkpoints or on a death row, Why your rainbows are covered with blood, And your children’s dreams are stolen in the dark, I have no body, and I have no soul, But my heart still beats for you and your love. December 1st, 2013 Beirut, Lebanon By: Shqipe Shqipe Malushi مؤسسة جفرا | Jafra Foundation kokkinizoni.blogspot.gr/2013/12/blog-post.html
Posted on: Sat, 18 Oct 2014 16:58:56 +0000
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