The Dark Country Poem by Petra Yasmeen Baroness von Schleinitz

What makes me love this country
Where so much blood is wasted
Where poor people are dying
Because nobody wants to see their misery
People are cold and dark
Full of bad thoughts from others
Racism is their daily bread
Bad thoughts about their neighbours
Is their way of life

What makes me love this country
Where people are hurting me the most
Is Allah really hearing their prayers?
Where corruption is the normal daily business

What makes me love this country
Where democracy is a strange word
Where parents are forcing their children
Into a miserable life

What makes me love this country
Where so many children are sick because of poverty

I saw a little star of hope
Where young people have the idea to reach anything in life
Where the air in the mountains is fresh and innocent
Where the wind of change could be a big chance
If the young generation will have a strong back bone
And will listen to the voice in their heart