The Moon No Longer Belongs To Me

In the camp swarming with flies,
Tired of the half truths and twisted lies
I sat down to talk to the moon
For sleep wasn't going to come soon.

I tried to tell the moon my story
Just another tale of a homeless refugee
But the words came out in muffled whispers
In my mouth remain unhealed blisters.

Others said it'd comfort my soul
For the moon belongs to humanity as whole
Yet I don't recognise it- not anymore
It appears to belong to a foreign lore.

It isn't the moon I saw as a child
Back when life was carefree and wild
When the streets still belonged to me
And a home too, sheltered by a tree.

Now my country has been reduced to rubble
Dreams of a future burst like a bubble
The homes no longer shelter or comfort
They contain memories that only hurt

In the moon I see those observing silence
As we desperately cross seas to flee violence
It turns away, treats me like a stranger
Simply thankful to be out of danger.

In the moon I see blood stains
A reminder of my people's pains
Like my street, my home, my country
It no longer belongs to me.