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Benjamin Zephaniah
We Refugees
Poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
I come from a musical place
Where they shoot me for my song
And my brother has been tortured
By my brother in my land.
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.
I come from a beautiful place
Where girls cannot go to school
There you are told what to believe
And even young boys must grow beards.
I come from a great old forest
I think it is now a field
And the people I once knew
Are not there now.
We can all be refugees
Nobody is safe,
All it takes is a mad leader
Or no rain to bring forth food,
We can all be refugees
We can all be told to go,
We can be hated by someone
For being someone.
I come from a beautiful place
Where the valley floods each year
And each year the hurricane tells us
That we must keep moving on.
I come from an ancient place
All my family were born there
And I would like to go there
But I really want to live.
I come from a sunny, sandy place
Where tourists go to darken skin
And dealers like to sell guns there
I just can't tell you what's the price.
I am told I have no country now
I am told I am a lie
I am told that modern history books
May forget my name.
We can all be refugees
Sometimes it only takes a day,
Sometimes it only takes a handshake
Or a paper that is signed.
We all came from refugees
Nobody simply just appeared,
Nobody's here without a struggle,
And why should we live in fear
Of the weather or the troubles?
We all came here from somewhere.
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I am told I have no country now
I am told I am a lie
I am told that modern history books
May forget my name. the pain and sufferings of the Refugees. tony(Report)Reply
8 verses long but tells a story(Report)Reply
Such a brilliant piece of writing , really moving, it certainly stirs our souls(Report)Reply
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what is the allusion in this poem(Report)Reply
We can all be refugees
Nobody is safe, .../// wonderful expression
this is the world
on this earth
we the simple, poor peoples all
the refugees
no right their
-for any country
-for any living place
-for surviving good food
-for education or medical treatment
they are superpower
they are political gambler
they can entitle them
as aristocratic and elite
and for the poor refugees
they can select - uncivilized, savage.............///(Report)Reply
I come from a beautiful place
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray
And they ban free poetry.. very good poem pointing to the social injustices which a poet suffers in a christian world where they speak of equality. tony(Report)Reply
A great poem narrating the plight of oppressed refugees moving from place to place as nomads.(Report)Reply
This is a dope poem. I like the poem and it is very well written.(Report)Reply
Homosexual you in your big black hole you refugee :)(Report)Reply
stay away from my home ***** and go back to where you came from(Report)Reply
The best Poem I read today as I come online, I daresay it is a good omen. You write with great enthusiasm and strange passion that must be felt throughout the poem. The feeling would be felt more by people directly affected by such menace and of course it must touch the indirectly affected as well. I would read more of you indeed.(Report)Reply
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this is a really good poem. I come from Africa so if you are reading this, read it outloud and read it in an African accent.(Report)Reply
You are a special poet.(Report)Reply
A fascinating place with all the richness of nature but with so much of inequality and discrimination among different classes of people in the society. What an irony! The poem presents a poignant picture. Thanks.
Where they hate my shade of skin
They don't like the way I pray....
Where girls cannot go to school....
all be refugees.... Nobody is safe(Report)Reply
We see here a poet I shall follow.(Report)Reply
Very well written, Benjamin(Report)Reply
The sad plight of refugees is very touchingly depicted. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the poem of the day.(Report)Reply
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