Bidoon

I want you to know

 That I who have no rights in my country

Still I would fight for my country

Maybe die for my country

Would you?

 

You who declare me untouchable

Unemployable

Unlovable

Uncountable

Would you?

 

As I move unnoticed in the midday heat

Across this land of sand and desert songs

Heart sore, homeless, hopeless and longing

Do you even spare me a glance?

 

You who have had both our portions of life’s chances

Do you observe my dance

Of life and death

My fight for burning breath.

 

And now I have fled

Far from family, friendly arms, Middle eastern charms,

To the lonely lushness

Of a chilly isle

 

And finally

One day

I smile

And the world is changed.