Hymn to migrants. 35 years in the new nation.

                                  



On the occasion of  4 members of my family celebrating 35 years in Sweden,Happy anniversary!


They left, travelled, arrived, built a new home .
To all others on the move I write:




Hymn to Migrants.
             










So many people are out on the roads,
they walk for days to find a place
where they can  put down their tired heads.


In a hurry they packed some things
 they believed would comfort them,
when they arrive to a new place to substitute their home.


They sing In sha´allah-Halleluja, God willing, praise the Lord.
All they see is dust and lack of water, but they trust that they are heard.








In their minds they are starving for Peace
and their stomachs are lacking true Joy.

But they have set out on a journey without a program printed in black,
in hope to reach for a refuge somewhere unknown.
Instead of staying with scorpions and snakes.


They sing In sha´allah- Halleluja, God willing, Praise the Lord.
All they see is dust and lack of water, but they trust that they are heard.






In their minds they are starving for Peace
and their stomachs are lacking true Joy.




So many people are out on the roads,
children are jumping in cloths on the back of their mothers.
The rythm  is their lollibye to sweet dreams
of  Happiness.
The future isn´t their to see yet.
Today is all the Life they have.


They sing In sha´allah- Halleluja, God willing, praise the Lord.
All they see is dust and lack of water, but they trust that they are heard.






In their minds they are starving for Peace
and their stomachs are lacking true Joy.


So many people are out on the roads,
some will live and some will die from the efforts.
The past is left behind and the future is far ahead.
Today is all the Life we all have.


We sing In sha´allah- Halleluja, God willing, Praise the Lord.
All we see is dust and lack of Water, but we trust that we are heard.




Lisbeth Johansson Ishaq 2014 11 12.