FROM WAR TO SORE

Woord en beeld, door Abdulazez Dukhan (voor DiVerzen)

 

From war to sore
some died, some cried
And we left the rest, some call us guest
some others, are racist…

No I am not here to enjoy,
the sun or the money,
it is not, economy

It is not my honey moon
I am here because I was grown
to stand up for my right, it is a fight
Government killed us under the sun light
The world watched, and talked about a red line

Fine, here is my story

I left from my city, it was pretty
but it was destroyed
My games, my room and my friends
It ends

I remembered it all on the boat,
I remembered the way to school, their rule

It is all done, I am gone

I lived in tents, I made friends,
after friends after friends,
and then I left,
to here, I am here
in front of you, alive
High five… no
In time I am here, there are many there
looking for the light of life
Their voices are in my head

It is all me,
the voice of orphan children, the mother who lost her son,
the families who (have to) run
It is all me,
the sound of waves, the boat I took,
the tent I have lived in for months…

It is all me, it is me

woord en beeld Abdulazez Dukhan voor DiVerzen
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