Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Refugee

The clouds,they are the same
as I left them in my country.
They are my clouds.
and so the ocean’s liquid melody.

Seeking refuge we have arrived
homeland denied
If only we have the power
to pull out the threads and start over.

My motherland’s bosom tastes of blood
may the peace rest in deathbed.
A cancer they say,of the rascist mind
the panacea only destiny shall find.

Farms there harvest lives
Plants bloom bombs
Autumns shed heads
Cradles rock towards tombs.

fires and sirens
have long replaced the nightingales
Rising black smoke
have shrouded our holy temples.

O Sun,your attempts are but futility
to cast golden beams of hope
upon rising on our dead city.

O Wind,if you could please give a hand
Take away the souls from half-dead bodies
as you sweep past our land.

O Seas,keep sending waves to our shore
wipe our peoples’ tears
and the blood and the gore.

Isn’t it the same air we breathe?
and the same barren earth beneath?
would a language dare throw us apart
when we learn to speak from the heart?

Seeking refuge we have arrived
homeland denied
If only we have the power
to pull out the threads and start over.

The shirts are wearing our bodies
candles weep wax tears with us
makes no difference to no one
If we dont return.
Is this a promise of a new home
and probably some hope?

It is raining
the clouds,they are crying!
After all,my clouds they are
just the same everywhere.