Migrant Tales Literary: Death

By Dana Death is calling me, caaall calling Because my life is a bore, booore bore Death is teaching me, hooow… why That i may enjoy Mama’s company, hiiigh high. Death is calling my name, oh that’s well Because in Finland i have nothing to heal Death is calling my heart, wow its dark Finnish law biting at my flesh, it’s a big shark Death is calling my soul, ding dong dalang Racist working trampling my rights, they are a gang Death is telling me to come, give me your hands I cannot leave my bro, he is my chance Death is showing me its face, moon and space I cannot come with you now, light is my case Death is dancing here full of a joy But my dad is shouting at me…stay in world Death is singing to me inside a bird My Mama kisses my head tells me, darling girl Death is in everywhere, I’m a refugee The system gave me problems, sharp and huge Death is coming to me in my dreams Oh please leave me alone, i have to sing Death is jumping around, it is in a jail Finland is a wolf in my […]