Refugee Poem by Anas Ibraheem

I became a refugee
My home is gone
I need my refuge.

Down the great city of Zaria.
I'm like a trouser
Without a _Zariya_.

My shade is gone
The sun hurts my skin
With no compassion.

I'm like battery
Without a cell
With my emotion in cell.

I'm a chick in August,
Peeping for that warm body
Of my mother hen.

Bring back my smile,
Bring back my happiness,
Bring back you.

I'm a refugee
My home is gone
I seek refuge.

#BlackPoet