I am from a land

that is your land’s enemy—


I am hyphenated—




Your land stages wars on other lands—

My land is where wars descend—


Our despots butcher us for power—

You condone our tyrants


Here you raise your voice against injustice

The world hears you


Death is the least painful reward

for our struggle

The world does not hear us


Freedom is not freedom

if it is only your freedom


If the enemy of your enemy

is your friend

count freedom as your enemy—