Ever wonder if
My story is the same
For you and me?
Do we see beauty
The same way?
Do you picture
The flower
As I describe it to you?
Can you see the beauty
The way I see it?
Or do you see it
In your own way?
What I had seen with my eyes
And what lies in you mind
Remains a mystery
For both us
What is justice?
When it’s blinded by hate
What is justice?
When it’s all planned
What is justice?
When media overruled the court
What is justice?
When verdict is laid before finding evidence
What is justice?
When accusation is stronger than defence
What is justice?
When the judges are politically picked
What is justice?
When people wanted punishment more than reason
I’m not an American
I never am
I lived somewhere else
So I was surprised
When I read
That children
Were seperated at the borders
That immigrants were sent back
I say
“what’s wrong?”
We turned away boats
That came across the strait
Immigrants hide in our jungles
Indonesians are our maids
Bangladeshi served out meals
Burmese in our markets
And yes
We have processing facilities
And yes
We have Trumptards who want them away
In the recent election
What if America stops being America?
Forget all those freedom thing
Forget the promise of a dream
Forget being the land of the free
Not that brave to lock up children
What if America
Be just like any other country
Just like mine
Troops within border
No foreign intervention
Protect them all you want
Wall it up
No one cares
When America is not America
“I seek refuge in God from the cursed Satan”
Everyday
I am being reminded
that I am a refugee
Even with a home
to call my own
I am reminded
that my Prophet too
seek refuge
and those before him
I am reminded
that we all seek shelter
and protection
So why don’t we call
those
on the other side of the fence
“our brothers”?
Don’t we all seek His refuge?
I keep some masks
that I would wear
I put one
in front of my boss
Oh what a good employee I was
I took it off
in front of my mates
We are buddies things are great
I put one
on my way out
So when my child greets me
She’ll happily shouts
I keep it on
ever cheery
What a good father I’ll be
When the light is off
safe and cozy
I show myself
the true me
On the road
Driving home
It’s trainquil you see
Trees around me
And the road is lonely
You know where you’re heading
So why the rush?
Why the fuss?
Enjoy the view
“No more”
“No more”
“Please no more”
My tummy would beg me to stop
the shock
of feasting
On the third day of Eid
“Fasting wasn’t that bad”
Now I battled Constipation
and Indigestion
“The World Cup! Pass those snacks”
“Aww hell no!”
