Jail                  By Yasen Aref                        Edited By May Saffar

 

Nothing at all

It looks ugly

In my eyes.

It is more than jail

 

Itís not fun

Why is it that human beings donít

see the sun?

 

I left my country

All my people

My history, my town, my memories

I escaped, I fled

I came here

To have rights

To live free

 

But my dream didnít come true

I lost my freedom

Living in jail, in a small cell

 

Now I am dangerous

skin, brown eyes, a stranger

I have beard

similar to the terrorists

and radical extremist

 

I was waiting patiently

Had no doubt

That in court

And truth will come out

 

But finally,

Even the jury convicted me in their verdict

For crimes I never did

They said ďGuiltyĒ

 

I am innocent

I am ready

For more trials, more suffering

 

But this is me

Thatís how I lived all my life

Help people

Talk of justice, Work for peace

And never say anything but the truth, only truth