This is a poem written by great Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. I translated it here. Like Joseph, we Syrians are deserted by the world. This poem is about being hated, maltreated and deserted by those you consider your brothers and sisters.
I am Joseph, Father
My brothers do not love me
They don’t want me among them
They assault me, throw stones at me
They word me
They want me to die so they can praise me
They threw me outside the field
They poisoned my grapes, father
They broke my toys, father
When the breeze passed and played with my hair
They were jealous, raged at me and raged at you
What did I do to them father?
Butterflies landed on my shoulders
Ears lent on me
Birds rested on my palms
What did I do father?
And why me?
You named me Joseph
They dropped me in the well, and blamed it on the wolf
The wolf has more mercy than my brothers
Father, did I harm anyone when I said:
I saw 11 planets, and the sun and the moon, I saw them all kneeling down before me?