Together with you, the soldiers,

I go through a battle.

Together with you, my dear fellow fighters,

I get impatient.

Together with you warriors,

I get hurt.

Together with you, my dear combatants,

I die.

Together with you, the lonely one,

I freeze on cold streets in

an unknown country.

Together with you, my brother, and my sister,

in my hometown with my family,

I feel alone.

Together with you, the homeless,

I get jealous,

when I see a cute little boy

who sleeps so well

by his father's heart.

Together with you, men, and women,

I cry in my loneliness.

Together with you, the lover,

in your old and broken shoes,

when you go to meet your loved one

I'm a little ashamed.

Together with you, the abandoned child,

when you see a cute face

or a beautiful smile,

I become full of joy.

Together with you, the poor,

I stay hungry all day

and have nightmares all night.

Together with you, the mass,

I scream why.

With you, people,

I am who I am.

Without you, people,

I´m nothing.

The Swedish version of this poem was first published in 2009. © Samuel E. Rajeus, Stockholm, October 2nd, 2022