Do memories always hold the truth?
Can identity only be claimed from youth?
Do privileged strangers know me better than I know myself?
Why is my worth only measured by their wealth?
They scan my papers all day long
In search of anything to prove me wrong
They care no more for my hopes and dreams
For I am no more than a statistic for their computer screens
We have no name, no face, no age
For we are criminals and this is our cage
Our immigration a hideous crime like no other
But don’t you get paid to look out for one another?
Please look at our faces and not just our papers
We’re much more than numbers and unfriendly strangers
We’ll bury our accents, we promise it’s true
We only live to be accepted by you
But our lives go on and so does their ignorance
We’ve tried our hardest to live, but there’s still no worth in our existence
We’re give no money, no help, no compassion
Their care is only provided in small dirty rations
So why do I cling to this hostile land?
Why do I cry out with pleading hands?
Begging to stay here, am I running out of time?
Because I know where my home is, and I will fight for what is mine!