I’m ready. I’m sad. I’m angry. With no more tears,
just one thought on my mind:
I shall protect my family, my homeland,
the earth belongs to us, not to the IS fascists.
Before our life was different.
A plot of land was ours, sweet tomatoes, cucumbers,
our shaggy goats free,
their milk and cheese so white and gleaming,
the chickens pecked in grass and gravel,
their clucking the softest sound of peace.