Some people dream of a fancy life,
And some dream of how to survive.
Some dream of a future beyond them,
And others dream of living only a day more.
Some dream of making billions,
And others of a day that their voice may be heard.
Not all dream the same, But to some life is a game.
They chase after fame, And all their problems on the suffering they blame.
Can the oppressor and the oppressed be weighed the same?
Burnt lives and buried children, a daily image I can’t seem to push away.
Oh oppressor what has led your soul astray??
Of better days I dream.
A soft breeze brushing against the trees, and a beautiful flowing stream,
My mind wanders to a future that is much brighter,
Through hard work our burdens will be much lighter.
Climb the mountain and hang tight to the rope,
A better day is to come inshaAllah - don’t lose hope.
Dream so that you can reach the stars,
And your wishes soon will enter other’s hearts.
DREAM, DREAM AND DREAM.
- Nimo Abdi Warfa
Copyright © 2010