Writing by Hamzha O. Illustration by Octavian F.
Children are shouting and mothers are crying for the manhood that’s lost
The nation is drawing blood from the refugees’ skin
The sea shatters the hopes of the children to return to the way things once were.
Countries are refusing to receive the refugees, denying them care and asylum,
So death and fear haunt us from place to place, smothering us in the problems of life.
On this long journey we breathe out our souls to the world, to hold back a little and restore our pride.
What can I say in this time? When I speak about misery and the pain of life deep in my chest, deep in my dreams.