During the war I tried to have a better life.
I went to school, showed my face to the world
But that was against the rules.
They tied me up, hit me fast.
When they threw me in a bus,
I thought they were taking me to die
When I saw my chance I ran away.
I met a man, he was kind.
Said there was a place called Australia
Said they would help me there.
On his rickety boat, full of desperate people,
Jammed in like sardines
Trying to run away
To be safe.
We sailed across the salty stormy sea
Our bellies empty
No food, sick from the tossing, tumbling ocean.
Surrounded by water as toxic as venom
Light-years from any land
The swirling sea seeped slowly in
We began to sink
We called for help,
Feared for our lives
The sea wrapped her arms around me
Like the cloak of death.
Then suddenly I am saved
I’m sailing toward Australia.
Another prison, another camp.
They gave me a number,
Didn’t remember my name.
Said here’s your food
But not when I’ll get out
Some people said don’t eat, said it would get us better conditions
But all they got is a needle in their arm
I wonder what have we done that they treat us like this?
Time passes, the kind man dies,
So does my hope.
One day they open my cage
Mutter something about being “free.”
I know little English but I understand I’m getting away from here,
Away to this place they call ‘Queensland’
They give me a house, but I’m all alone.
Now I am free
So many Questions never to be answered
why was I treated like a criminal?
Why did it take so much time?
I must somehow start a new life
Like an alien from another world
But now I’m free and that’s all that matters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everyday is a new day, we should enjoy a new life, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment,