I
am stood under the not-so-hot sunshine,
Below
the blue bubble skies,
And
above the silent waters of the oceans and seas,
Even
without a father and mother, brother and sister,
I
know that I belong.
I
belong to the scatterred breed of humanity,
Whose
longing for appreciation is greater,
I
belong to remainder of earthly mortals,
Who,
even without a place to call home,
Find
it home here, there, anywhere, and everywhere.
While
I seek to be seen and treated as human as another,
I
know I will be mocked, bruised and mostly discriminated,
Even
as I wish to be heard, not because I am lesser,
But
to raise my voice in the face of stigma.
For
those who call me homeless,
They
ought to know that I ain’t useless,
Even
when their treatment of me is merciless,
I
am inclined to ignore them and care less.
But:
You
should know that I belong;
Yes,
I belong to the vast majority of determined souls,
Souls
that breathe the same air as the others,
Yet
uniquely wired to pursue their dreams,
Dreams
that most oft look remote and unreal.
I
belong to that little or big crowd,
Which
is ignored by part of humanity,
But
I elect not to lose hope,
Even
when hope is but a trap,
I
hold onto it because it sustains me.
Now that I am sat with you and among you,
It
is fair that I should implore you,
To
think of me as part of you,
You
belong to me and me to you,
Make
me feel that I belong.
Obviously,
I cannot be that vocal voice,
But
that silent soul sailing life’s sails.
Can
I ask of you for something?
That
you continue to fly the flag of my plight?
That
you tell the world that as a refugee I am human too?
And
that I belong?
