Cry of the Captive

Cry of the Captive

I don’t wish for wealth

or power that shakes the world.

I only ask for a name

a place where I belong.

Let me walk on the soil

that cradled my first steps

touch the earth that remembers me

hear the whispers of trees in the wind.

I dream of quiet mornings

of laughter returning

to the faces I hold dear

of a life where fear no longer prevails.

Don’t offer me hollow promises

don’t drown me in empty words

I am tired of chains

that steal my breath.

All I want

is a chance to live

to feel the air of freedom

to finally call this life my own.

_ Mohammed Arshad Amin