Stories of the 21st Century

My name is Baraa I come from Daraa In the Yarmuk Valley of the Jordan River And I traveled over mountains to the sea In a crowded ship of 58 souls Now I'm stranded in Moria, Island Refugee Camp Caged up like a bird with no wings No chance to break free Despair for me Her name is Songo Born in the Congo Digging those slavery mines For cobalt profit lines And she's just a story She's just a story away His name is Saleme He had a family Bombs murdered all he had His life is now jihad He keeps his head in hell Part of a sleeper cell He waits for god to tell To kill the infidel And he's just a story He's just a story away Her name is Madeline She was a Haiti Queen Smile like a sunset kiss Eyes like the ocean green But now she's bluish grey Drank from the water way The UN came to stay But won't pay for their foul play And she's just a story She's just a story away One chance, to re-write this story We're just a story We're just a story away