The winter birds return home; what about the people of daily lives

The winter birds return home;

what about the people of daily lives

©   Ye Yint Thet Zwe

I love the snow flakes

I also love the huge snow mountains.

I pity the life of the sea

It turns to playground during winter

But turns to water during summer.

I became the subject of pity,

When the country of the equator

Enter the darkness of the winter.

That I am just recounting,

What happened a year ago?

People… people

Even though we differ in skin color and religion

It's the same in a sense that

We all left our family nest

To live a better life and a better future.

The same for the flight of the winter birds

For people who are the same

I just want to say that

We are all birds of the daily lives.

Only those being suppressed

Could understand getting suppressed

In a world so peaceful and quiet

The sleep of those sleeping

Are still being haunted

By the fearsome nightmares.

When I hear the trauma of each and everyone

I feel as if I'm watching a short documentary film.

All kinds of feeling shake my heart

And it makes my eyes watery.

You might not believe that there are such inhumane acts

Is going on the other side of the world.

The real life is much more beyond belief

Than the dreams.

Even the history books and the movie scripts

Can´t be compared to it.

Be it you, me,

or any other person,

The feeling of leaving your country and family

Is painful, as if a dagger ran through heart.

Getting to live in another country

Speaking different language

Living under different culture.

Other people think refugees are living better

instead living in bitterness.

I don't think so.

The feeling of leaving my friends behind to suffer

Kills me every second of every moment

Though streets are here clear

And the nights has welcomed us,

I wake up feeling sorry,

Or haven't fell asleep at all.

Relax my friend,

Stress is not that simple.

You can give a better life for the family members

and live your friends behind.

Your family and friends would be very happy

for your escape out of the country.

You can decorate the world with your freedom.

In reality,

We are not lonely, hopeless,

Or in a future something less

Even though we differ in outlook

and skin color.

It's the same red blood under the skin

It's the same, we all want to escape from suppression

I believe all our sores would be healed

Under the care and help of people in this very country.

As winter birds return home,

So do we all have to return home too.