Isn't it lucky we are where we are?
No fighting, no need for hiding,
We can still look up and wish upon a star.
Isn't it great to think about the good things in our lives?
Like peaches, well written speeches and beaches,
We can just go to the deep end with no fear and dive.
Isn't it wonderful to live in a first world, westernised place?
With no constant bombs dropping, a place where the birds sing,
Where we can walk down the street with a smile on our face.
Let's flip it then shall we?
"Isn't it lucky we are where we are? "
(The refugee father says to his children)
No more fighting, no more hiding
Less potential of a bomb exploding my car
"Isn't it great to think about the good things in our lives? "
(The refugee father says to his children)
Like how the kids aren't whining, the sun is shining, there is actual food for dining,
I wish we were never in this strife.
"Isn't it wonderful to live in a first world, westernised place? "
(The refugee father says to his children)
A place where I finally feel we belong; however, I know if anything goes wrong,
The blame will go straight to me, it's something I'll have to face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem