Jail                  By Yasen Aref                        Edited By May Saffar

Nothing at all

It looks ugly

In my eyes.

It is more than jail

It’s not fun

Why is it that human beings don’t

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 didn’t 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 “Guilty”

I am innocent

I am ready

For more trials, more suffering

But this is me

That’s how I lived all my life

Help people

Talk of justice, Work for peace

And never say anything but the truth, only truth