The Refugee

There was a time

When there was all.

There were roads we used to walk together,

Near the home that we built,

And along those roads stood majestic trees,

All bearing the fruits of a million dreams.

All of a sudden

There was an earthquake,

Destroying all those things

That we thought would last forever.

The roads were devastated,

Our home was ruined,

And no trees were left standing

To bear the fruit of any dreams.

All of a sudden there was an earthquake.

All of a sudden life was reduced to a pile of rubble.

Gone is that home we built.

And gone are all the roads.

Yet, despite my desire to leave them behind,

I continue to seek a path

That will eventually lead me to the land

Of all those things

That used to be.

Everyday I seek a path

That will take me to the land of memories,

For it is my wish to reside there,

Even if it is only

As a refugee.

Rafi Omar