My mother grew up in the sand
among wolfs and sheeps
The herd was her family
She was a nomad
And the first to flee in her generation
She ran with her family
when the bullets hit our home
My mother carried all of her children
in her arms
Through landscapes she
Saw lions and elephants running
She saw the fear in their eyes
Our paradise had been sold to the devil
and everything with a soul was leaving
When the sky turned dark
she climbed over spike fences
and crossed the border
There wore her brothers awaiting
and their eyes glowed in the
dark
Greeting her to safety
My mother built a house with her hands.
Only to witness it being torn down
My mother is a warrior,
she survived the worst
and gave me the best
a future.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
My mother grew up in the sand
among wolfs and sheeps
The herd was her family
She was a nomad
And the first to flee in her generation
She ran with her family
when the bullets hit our home
My mother carried all of her children
in her arms
Through landscapes she
Saw lions and elephants running
She saw the fear in their eyes
Our paradise had been sold to the devil
and everything with a soul was leaving
When the sky turned dark
she climbed over spike fences
and crossed the border
There wore her brothers awaiting
and their eyes glowed in the
dark
Greeting her to safety
My mother built a house with her hands.
Only to witness it being torn down
My mother is a warrior,
she survived the worst
and gave me the best
a future.
