Bombing, Damaging, Smoking,
Get a staff to the car
Running away from the city
One week there is no way to live
Traveling to Africa
Using a boat,
No way except the sea.
One day seeing only a sea and the people lost consciousness
Hearing sea waves.
I touch the sea
The boat crashed,
The hope is gone
Screaming, we all say, “no way to live.”
We arrived safely
People wave to us and say “AsSalamu- Alaikum”
Drive us to Store in the port
See a lot of People
Asking myself they all Yemenis
It’s true they all Yemenis
True, I have a small heart but an inner volcano
We need the freedom of the life
Out of the port
Two days out the new life new home new place
We look like different to them
But they are happy with us
Let me told you something good happened to my family
We have been together with my family for a long time for four months
Know we have to say goodbye to my second country
Know to a new life, new place, a new future.
To the U.S. without obstacles.Tags: #psc
Hard Journey Hard Life by Ishak is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.