VICTIM OF THE NEW SYSTEM
I was born in a place
That no longer exists,
Can’t be found on any map.
I am the son of a nation
With no freedom, no rights.
No one sees our colors,
No one hears our voice.
I live in a ruined land
Where instead of water,
Blood is raining down.
Instead of a snow storm,
Rocket and bombs falling down.
For as Life
Is pain, struggling
And endless revolution,
We are the fresh meat
Of the hungry wolves.
We are the real victims
Of the New World System.
1993
by Yassin Aref