A Refugee Reaches The Beach..

 
Then, at your borders-line you stand to ask me my name, to show my Passport, please do me a favor.. shoot me now or give me a duvet.. Don’t you see my hand is full of scars and cuts .. blood frozen in my veins.. don’t you hear my gut curses both of us .. Hunger.. You silly hypocrisy guard I’m already dead hundreds years ago .. Ask the sea .. ask the mermaids ..Ask the corpses I threw into the depth.. I was born as a truth then I embraced the delusions of so called better life .. as you see .. now I’m a monster, part human, part a roulette.. I don’t like your pathetic look .. Ok, Ok I will tell.. Poverty is my name, my passport and my grave when I die ..Now wire your commander and tell him that A new victim has been rescued .. (smile) !!     

Mytrh !!