Welcome Refugees

Fry the mind in volcanic headlines
Or meet the descendants of Life,
A life lived on a journey where it ends –
Still alive! A demand for a graceful
Hug, from residents, from homes –
Secured with no security guards to
Secure the perimeter or overhead
Airstrikes producing an acidic rain
That purified our souls to annihilation,
Seeking refuge away from a man
Of inorganic culture cultivated from
Corrupted minds of many men,
Not women; they are our refuge,
Cheering organic cultivation at the
Train station – not a strike,
And then my heartbeat delivered a
Tearful. Joyful. Beautiful. Heart-full. Beat.
Beating the cultures of violence,
To violate my face with a smile,
Unusual face, unusual faces,
Men, now, giving me water, juice,
Sandwich – our last meal replaced
Our last, and last but not least:
Banners from residents, from homes –
“Refugees Are Welcomed”.

The Ideal Stamp

Inscribe on it the tears of society,
To be sent on the edges of universe,
Let this stamp be on postcards,
Let it be on asylum seekers,
Put on it few symbols of life,
Water, trees, sun, or even birds,
And as for the choice of colour,
Let it shine the shades of humanity,
And remove all those numbers and currencies,
And leave but one word,
In hope that every soul whispers it,
As they stick this stamp on an envelope,
Peace!