Being illegal

By Dana Wilms

Being illegal

Nowhere to stay, nowhere to go

No future perspective

No place to call home

 

You fled your country

Living in fear

Nightmares still haunt you

Waking up in tears

 

No family left

Feeling alone

Your knee crushed

Days without pain have flown

 

Day in day out

A life so insecure

Now you’re selling newspapers

Tomorrow a prisoner

 

People only see the bad

Never the good

All you want is a happy life

Like everyone else would

 

Your heart at the right place

Still you can’t stay

I hope one day

You’ll find your home