They keep me up from miles away,
They keep me up and how I wish they could stay,
Salt water encases them,
The only form of comfort that they will know henceforth,
When did it become okay to make the sea our graveyard?
My so-called religion is now a curse yet i am but one of many pleas,
Refugees.
Asking the world to not affiliate ‘muslim’ with ‘terrorist’ – it’s just not the same thing.
Our pleas lost with these refugees at sea.
I see the tears pool in ma’s eyes at the news of another child, barely eight years old, fighting for survival.
Turned away from the ones that sought to help and protect,
What is in religion and beliefs when the traitors are the ones wearing the masks, holding the guns?
Islam i have chosen to part ways with out of fear that you, europe, will not accept me,
‘terrorist.’
But we’re all the same,
We’re all refugees on planet earth – here for a limited time till our deaths taking asylum on her shores.
Upon my death please ensure that i too am buried in the icy salt water, this graveyard, with brothers’ and sisters’ I will never meet.
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