To Be a Refugee

Means you walk with a mute dignity And because the touch has a memory, you can no longer make another one, No sea can reveal to you the joy of its flowing and its every wave is shackled with corpses and identities of drowned people, no land will welcome your shy steps. To be a refugee You have to wear a stainless smile in front of their serrated gaze. You have to get rid of your ancient history, Your mother's prayer for your safety, which no longer works The wisdom of your ancestors, which they left to you before they disappeared into their graves. To be like me, You have to peel off your skin, pull out your tongue in order to get along with the crowds that are waiting for any slight movement from you to finish you off. Above you have to be very sane in the streets that know nothing but where madness erupts, And like swimming in a river of blood, you will remain stained until the end.