Turn Around

By Enoch Ahmed
Summer at its peak in highland

In  a peace that all may gain

In spite of the pain

We stay right behind you

We learn to release and

Must now adjust within the heart

In bitterness or anger

In the face of the enemy

At last when all is still

Time passes in the prison town

We are innocent laborers

We don't deserve this, we did nothing

We did nothing at all