Once again, Winter is here

Once again, winter is here

And I'm off to pick up twigs and leaves

To build my den,

To prepare for the harsh realities

To fend off predators

To feed myself, to keep warm from the cold outside

Only this time, I hope spring will come sooner

Only this time, I know that spring will bring hope

Only this time, I know I will come out strong

To face no harsh winters... anymore.

In My Country I Was a Doctor

In my country I was a doctor, here a toilet cleaner.

Every morning I used to wake, a sip of coffee and off to make,

a person's life I couldn't forsake, a smile, a gentle tap, comforting,

trust me I will make you alright.

Now in the morning, I make my way through tunnels and terminals,

a security check, mop and a broom

I am about to smell the stench of travelers' comfortance.

And I look out of my work room, an influx of people like me I see,

3 bags, a pram, 2 children and me

Making our way through the green light,

No sir I have nothing to declare but few sighs of relief if I may.

Deported

The Word

oh it hurts

and it hurts even more

to know that you got the knowledge

but no capacity to use it

that the brink of your knowledge is spilling over

but the capacity is empty

empty as it may seem

the word that keeps turning few hundred heads with me

the word that keep me awake in the night

the word that haunts me in the brightest day light

the word that seems to spin the world around

the word that has no might in its sound

now down to the dust

it is hard to bear

that my capacity is full

and my knowledge to find it bare

no money in my pocket

the rent due to be paid

if im evicted i could add another word to say

im

jobless

im

homeless

im

laid bare

once more to find my way...

Bags

Leaving behind my home

Leaving behind my identity

Carrying with me bag of hopes and dreams...

Struggle is only the start

Starting again in no man's land

Where friends are family

And family only voices from a distant

Reminding me time and again

To take good care of the bags I carry with me.

Freedom

Freedom is a lifeline we take for granted

And I could write books on what it means

But freedom to be well

With a roof over my head

And good food to eat

And books to read

Freedom to think...

Freedom to be whom I want to be...

I Got Nothing

i got nothing

and that feeling of emptiness has raided my senses

it has closed into my pores

it has lingered it bitter scent into my arm pits

and i sit there crying

arms cross with my head resting down

i got nothing

i never had anything

but now that you are gone

i got nothing

i got not even me

leaning against a pile of carnage

my slippers reek with dust and blood spills

and my mattress separated from my bed

arms and legs scattered like confetti 

i feel nothing

i got nothing

feeling ashamed to be alive

why leave me alive to remember, and feel and feel

this heavy burden upon my heart

i am nothing

and indeed, thats why i sit here

because if i was something, i would not be here

i never had anything

and now i got 

nothing...