Set Me Free
Everyone's voices are taken.
Everyone's breath smells.
It seems that sounds are heard from the depths of a deep well.
All eyes are on the black galaxy.
It seems that heads are separated from their bodies
and have been thrown away –
they have rolled in the dust and mud.
The hands have been severed and tied in a chain of injustice,
and each foot has chosen a different path to walk.
The body is numb and doesn't solve anything.
All screams hit the wall; they hit our mouths like a fist.
This is not fantasy, this is reality.
But the day you came, you made a salve with your hands for this tired heart.
You polished my voice with your voice,
you caressed my hands.
You gave breath to this nearly dead body
and invited me to gaze from the darkness of the galaxy
to the bright and warm lantern of your heart.
I know that all of me is imprisoned
and the way to reach you is through the wall of hatred
those who live in your neighbourhood have erected.
I know that you will save me, as well.
- © Jalal Mahamede 2021
Jalal Mahamede is poet and artist and nine years detained Arab Ahwazi refugee working from his prison cell in Australia. He has never been tried or charged, but remains detained for arriving in Australia by boat and seeking protection. He draws from his personal experience to express his moods, feelings and visions through art and language, influenced by his late father Kazem Mahamede, a renowned traveling poet and photographer. He hasn't lost hope that one day he will be released.
More info see: https://www.jalalmahamede.com/
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