i.
I survived a fierce war,
The smell of gunpowder and corpses has settled in my mind.
Fear is in the children’s eyes.
Soldiers pray to kill the children of God,
And the children of God pray for the soldiers to die from the heat.
Bombs have uprooted all the flowers,
And the earth is watered with blood.
As I run carrying nothing and repeating:
The homeland is not worth fighting for,
Nor the belief,
Nor God.
Man is born to live, not to die for a small piece of land,
The whole earth belongs to us.
ii.
They asked me what it’s like to be under siege.
I said: A dry loaf of bread,
Nihilism of thought
And cigarette butts,
A worried mother,
A dictatorial father,
A brutal society,
A vast sea,
And the darkness of a camp,
And God.