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Mubarika Sami Poem
( Poem about Kurdish Iranian teenager attacked in Croydon)
Refugee boy
Just 17
Yet your eyes have seen so much
Now so far from home and loved ones
You thought you were free from danger
In your land of refuge
Life was routine again
College and a visit to the teahouse on the way home
It was familiar, cosy
You said you were lucky you were here
Just before…
A pack of ‘hyenas’ set upon you
You had invaded their ‘territory’
Drunk and vicious subhuman dregs of society
They kicked your slender frame
Again, again and again
They cracked your skull, your spine
And left you for dead
Some ‘hyenas’ circled
Watched and jeered
You are stronger than them
They could not break your spirit
You were meant to live, Godspeed
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I miss you, beautiful Granada
Your snow-capped Sierra Nevada
Your fountains and sweet sparkling water
Your olive groves at the foot of Nevada
And orange trees all over Granada
Your history is like no other
The view of the splendid al Hambra
High up on the hill is preciosa
Your flamenco is more flamboyant than the lambada
Oh Granada, Granada
When will we meet again Granada!
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Un día voy a ir a ti, Córdoba
pasearé por las antiguas calles empedradas
y escucharé los ecos de hace muchos siglos,
de cuando los musulmanes gobernaron Andalusia
Veré las coloridas túnicas que fluyen
blancas contrastando con el sol deslumbrante,
infinitos jardines de simetría, flores exóticas, fuentes, cascadas.
Córdoba, entras en mi alma,
el aroma a especias y perfumes dulces saldrá de tus bazares
junto a los científicos, médicos y poetas.
Te vivo con el pensamiento,
zumbando estás entre ideas, vibrante,
una nueva forma de vida tolerante
en una increíble amalgama de personas, religiones, lenguas;
Así es como trabajamos mejor
vivimos entonces nuestro mejor momento,
¡Ah, cómo te anhelo mi Córdoba!
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You left me today
Leaving your contrail in the sky
I saw you off at the airport
Waving even after you turned
Till you disappeared
Yet my legs did not want to move
I could feel your warm breath on my cheek
Now I felt my tears
I watched your contrail in the sky
Until it was dark
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Mental illness affects one in four
Yet we still close the door
Terms- crazy, mad, lunatics, kooks
Let’s confine to history books
Images of Bedlam and straitjackets distort our minds
Screaming, shadowy old movie kinds
Mental illness is just another disease
Try kindness and understanding please
Sadly we’re stuck in the past
Old prejudice must not last
It’s time to open the door
Isolation, stigma, shame no more
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One day I will go to Cordoba
Walk along the old cobbled streets
And hear the echoes
From many centuries ago
When the Muslims ruled Iberia
I will see the colourful flowing robes
Or white against the dazzling sun
Endless gardens of symmetry
Exotic flowers, fountains, cascading waterfalls
Cordoba enters my soul
The scent of spices and sweet perfumes
Will waft from the bazaars
The scientists, physicians, poets
Alive with thought, buzzing with ideas, vibrant
A new, tolerant, exciting way of life
An amalgamation of people, religions, languages
That is how we worked best
Lived at our best
How I yearn for that Cordoba
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A little known fact, one eerie night in this lovely city
The Omen was filmed, 'tis a pity
For I cannot pass the cathedral and appreciate it's beauty
Without thinking of Damien on his devilish duty
Poor Gregory Peck in an undeserving role
Played his father which took it's toll
Sequels two and three were filmed elsewhere
More encounters with Damien we could not bear
A grand and glorious cathedral tainted by the devil's own
In Hollywood's idea of a macabre tone
The uplifting view driving up the road
No longer can I see without forbode
I hope I did not scare you with my tale of sorrow
Goodnight, sweet dreams, we'll meet tomorrow
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When 6 million Jews died
You said never again
Yet it happened again, again and again
The genocide in Rwanda
You watched
Ethnic cleansing in Bosnia
You waited
Till the worst was over
Then slowly waded in
Now Rohingya and you close your eyes
Do you remember you said never again?
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Help! I called as my wing caught in a web
It’s cold out here and I want to get back
To the warm, moist bin my family’s in
Fuzzy legs appeared, I counted eight
Then a great, big head and round red eyes…
I gulped – Help! I cried weakly again
I swear the creature grinned
Then as my buzz grew faint
It peered up close and did declare
You’re too sweet to eat
So fly away fly to your family
My folks are deadly
I love you so leave me
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Colours
(Inspired by the recent race related shootings in America)
I'm in red
You're in blue
I'm 'lady in red'
You're 'boy in blue'
We're a myriad of kaleidoscopes
But colour does not define us
Tomorrow I think pink
You'll be in purple
I'm me
And you're you
Who's in black and who's in white
Colour does not define us
I'll dye my hair blue
You'll wear green lenses
I'm still me
You're still you
Colour does not define us
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