By Charbel Sader

I want to be your exodus

Come, leave the ruins of war

At the Gates of Aleppo

And when you reach my land

We will walk as kings


I will give you my Swedish name

So you can print it in your passport

And when you cross the border

You are documented as mine


I want your smile --

The shadowed sunrise --

To come alive

I want your shelled dreams

To be restored

Come, we will build them together

Strong with armoured glass