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