Refugee Week - Basir

This poem is written by Basir, and is his contribution to this Refugee Week's theme, Our Home.
​Basir is a 23-year-old student currently on the verge of finishing CELTA Level 5, as well as Level 3 courses in IT and Interpreting.

Our Home

​From Adama's sun and Dire Dewa’s skies,
In Ethiopia's heart, my young spirit flies.
Where Oromia’s whispers and mountains greet,
A home of love, of warmth so sweet.

My father's boutiques, our bustling streets,
Mom’s soothing songs, and sibling feats.
But shadows came, with boots of might,
They shattered peace, turned day to night.

In the UK’s embrace, my journey led,
To dreams anew, and tears unshed.
A year and nine months, in the hotel’s tight space,
Government’s shelter, a resting place.

With humour bright, I took each day,
Though struggles came, I found my way.
Homeless nights for forty more,
Yet hope remained, and my spirit soared.

Now, books in hand, I chase the light,
Learning anew, my future is bright.
Though walls may shift, and roofs may change,
My heart knows home's a range.


From Ethiopia’s sun to London’s rain,
Through trials tough and joy from pain.
In this new land, I plant my seed,
A future rich, with love and deed.

I dream of a home where laughter rings,
Where warmth and peace, each day brings.
With friends and family, love's embrace,
A world united, one human race.

For homes not walls, nor roofs alone,
But where the heart is, love is grown.
From Ethiopia’s heart to UK’s shores,
My story’s woven, forever more.