Refugees In The Heart Of Human Being Poem by Alexandro Johns

We are looking for a shelter in a closed territory
I am a man with wife and two children
The war destroyed our names
We see ourselves free but we are prisoners

The ground complains to our tread
When we cross the borders we mortgage our lives
The images of our bodies are news
But nobody wants to touch our souls

The wind took far away the flags of Europe
The close of its doors are dwarfing the world

Shall we find a place
Where does not bloom the laurels of hate
And without sacred books studded with blood?

We do not mourn the loss of our citizen pride
Our search does not pursue chimeras
We have in our skin the hazard of deserts and jungles
And to the nets of the sea we gave in sacrifice our fellows

The war flew in circles above our heads
The unarmed like us are its enemies
It forces us to wander in the dark over foreign soil
Looking for with yearning the light of compassion

The chain of our lost days should not enslave us
We must continue seeking for a refuge in the wide human heart
Someone will see in us their past or perhaps the own future
The world is a crystal ship where we look at each other.