pelicans-flying

During 35 years of interwar
Half of my countrymen killed
Some of them lost family members
Some of them injured

Every day filled with stress
Some of us leave the country
Sometimes exploited in evil ways
Some of us worried for our country

We are migrant birds
One to the east another to the west
One is alone with pain far away
Another is crying to live freely

We are alone in a broad world
We are homeless birds
Like those birds who skip from winter
We are going to find spring

Peace and safety is our dream
Some of us die with this dream
We hate this sad life
Full of pain and suffering

I am also an immigrant bird
Lonely and sad
I am so far from home
I dream of peace in my mind

We are homeless birds
Lonely, Lonely
With suffering and pain
With a bitter life

By Zahra W.