the country of the refugee

what is my duty?
what is my country?
the country of the refugee
the country that i live in
the country of the creative
the country of the heart

mother! show me my brothers and sisters
so i can rejoice
for i believed that i am alone
mother show me what am i made of
for i have been taken away from all that i belong
for family and friends, are not any more
for neighborhood, and playfulness are stomped upon

mother show me the way, that i should walk
for the ways that i have been accustomed to, natural are not

mother show me my friends, so i no longer feel a stranger
show me my home
so i can rest my head on your thighs upon

mother show me my art, for i have been judged for
and prevented , redirected to more regular logical form
mother
i surrender and trust you will take me home

the home beyond geographical terms
but the eternal


by reasoning i was taken away of my country
what a gift that was
what would be considered as mine?
according to what rules and imaginary boundaries

by nation or creed
by skin, or sound
by food preferences or gods and goddesses

what is my country and what is yours
arent we brothers and sisters of the same one
we are here to work together, dig the earth and plough together
beat the drum of our mother earth
so that she can bare fruits to feed us

that is my country
that is your country
the sound of the drum
the heartbeat of the earth

3.2.2018