Last week my cousin was shot,
yesterday, a close friend.
I can’t cry anymore.
I’m going for asylum now,
I’ve been in the UK for two years,
they say it takes a long time.
They stopped me volunteering.
I’m not here for money,
I have my own,
but it’s poor against the pound. Here,
people are suspicious, I understand why.
I’m not a terrorist. I can’t go back
to my country, I’m westernized,
they’ll kill me.