Take me home, bury me home
I have blown the dog whistle
To give voices to my suffering
This land consumed me with a
tag around my weeping soul
We peep through turtle cracks
The title of a refugee is a burden
Bury me in the hot African sand
Where my ancestors flip their fins
Bury me in this mysterious place
That yields young leaves and fruits
Where roots spread, fail in the cosmos
You think cynicism is romanticism
I think lyricism is semantic webbing
Bury me in stars that quake, am a
weird ruin, unwanted upon arrival
There is always a will for refugees
And there is always a way for our ruin
Sleeping in places where hellhounds
Seek to escape their own misery
Trying to tame the stories of our scars
Teasing life, playing tricks with survival
Trying to outsmart death in deadliest
Shelters where we cuddle with fear
Of losing surviving friends who walked
Barefooted on cursed sands where
Living and dying eclipse in souls
Who am I, who are we, what are we
To this land where titles are sacred
Where we sought refuge from nothingness
undress our souls to be hated at first sight
Harvest my dying soul in this battlefield
Soldiers dying to rewrite dinosaur tales
In that sea of water, parted by Moses
Dwelled by drowning African babies
Buried in promising gills of big killer fish
Finish the chapter, welcome to Sicily
Chap with men sneaking behind curtains
It's Mafia and mayflowers, you may fade
Into those romantic April and May flowers
Of the big southern island where callous
Ribs seek to warm our broken hearts
Sewing our emotions onto surreal affections
The big news have UNHCR and SPRAR
Playing ping pong with refugee tears
Hate at first sight becomes the norms when
Refugees become bullets in Mafia gun barrels
When suffering is home, where do you go?
Maybe we must grind our dried bones
To build home in our marrow drainage pipes
What if home is no longer home for us?
What if we are predestined to be homeless?
All the skeletons we buried, are they better off dead?
What if heaven has no ghetto for us to call home?
By Lamin Drammeh
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December 20, 2020 17:38
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