We Refugees

Poem By Benjamin Zephaniah

I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.

I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.

I come from a beautiful place
Where girls cannot go to school
There you are told what to believe
And even young boys must grow beards.

I come from a great old forest
I think it is now a field
And the people I once knew
Are not there now.

We can all be refugees
Nobody is safe,
All it takes is a mad leader
Or no rain to bring forth food,
We can all be refugees
We can all be told to go,
We can be hated by someone
For being someone.

I come from a beautiful place
Where the valley floods each year
And each year the hurricane tells us
That we must keep moving on.

I come from an ancient place
All my family were born there
And I would like to go there
But I really want to live.

I come from a sunny, sandy place
Where tourists go to darken skin
And dealers like to sell guns there
I just can't tell you what's the price.

I am told I have no country now
I am told I am a lie
I am told that modern history books
May forget my name.

We can all be refugees
Sometimes it only takes a day,
Sometimes it only takes a handshake
Or a paper that is signed.
We all came from refugees
Nobody simply just appeared,
Nobody's here without a struggle,
And why should we live in fear
Of the weather or the troubles?
We all came here from somewhere.

Comments about We Refugees

'We can all be refugees Nobody is safe, All it takes is a mad leader Or no rain to bring forth food' - 'Mad Leaders' are more responsible for creating refugees than the freaks of nature.
I come from a musical place Where they shoot me for my song And my brother has been tortured By my brother in my land. terrible and inhuman facts of life. tony
Your words are heartfelt. Many of the human race should be ashamed. May the world wake up and see the value of life.
A wonderful poem of some sadness that most of us will never know. Benjamin does and expresses it beautifully.
Refugees around the world! ! ! Ways of mankind on earth. Nice dedication. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.


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