Bernedita Rosinha Pinto
Syrian Refugees Heartaches - Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto
When will I see my country again
when will I see the lighted minarets at night
when will I hear the prayer call in the mornings
when will I stand along with my brothers and pray
yes, when will I go to the mosque in my homeland
when will that Friday assemble us together
when will I sit and eat together with my countrymen
and make us feel the unity of our people
when will I rise up in the love of our neighborhood;
when will I eat the bread that is baked
in the hot clay ovens at every corner of our streets;
when will I eat the Döner sandwich
standing outside my favorite restaurant
while everyone else is busy smoking or shopping;
when will I drive fast the expensive cars I proudly own?
when will I go with my friends on our buggies
racing over the sand dunes and mirages,
when will daylight fall and wake us up in our country...
to share happy moments of unity and brotherhood
to share our culture, our dialects, our music, our own joys;
when will I find my children, my family, my friends
in the circumference of my own eyes and embrace?
only when my own country wakes up once again in peace
only then, can I dare to live there, in freedom and liberty.
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