Written and Recorded by Baktash A poem written by a student from Afghanistan, residing on Chios in Vial Refugee Camp.
The poem is recorded by Baktash and by his cousins. It discusses the pain and difficulty of leaving one’s own country. Afghanistan is not a safe place for our people anymore. Challenged with danger and threats, but what for? Some groups continue to deteriorate the security of our land Killing the people, enacting genocide for no reason I can understand. Talki
Anonymous You are not your age,
Nor the six of clothes you wear,
You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read
And all the words you speak,
You are the things that you believe,
and the people that you love,
You are the sweetness in your laugh
And the future you dream of. #Poetry #Love #Greece #English #Chios #refugeesgr
Anon. Love is not beauty.
Love lives on a clean heart.
The least clean love chases money and a beautiful house
Love is not a beautiful biography
Love is not beauty
Love is not money
or a big house
or a nice car
this love lives in an unclean heart.
Money cannot buy beauty
But a clean heart can buy everything
in the world. #Poetry #Love #Greece #Chios #highschool #refugeesgr