On the first day of the war...
On the first day of the war I saw a man shot down, I do not know who shot him only that he is dead.
On the second day of the war, I saw a pile of bodies surrounded by misty-eyed onlookers. I don't know who they were only that they are dead.
On the third day of the war, I saw black smoke fill the sky, I don't know who lived there only that they are dead.
On the fourth day of the war, I saw a little girl lying under rubble, I don't know who she was only that she is dead.
On the fifth day of the war, I was an army with guns coming towards me, I don't know most of those who died only that I will join them.
Refuge
A leaky boat across the sea
As lonely as lonely me
Crowds of people huddled around for warmth
All praying they'd reach the wharf
Salty Sea water stung my face
Oh how I hated this place
The swirling sea wrapping us in its tendrils
Claiming me
I watery grave I would soon find
If not in my body, then in my mind
A refugee I was and would be
A criminal was all I was to those politicians across the sea
Sinking slowing into the dark blue sea
There was no one left to miss me
A/N
Thank you for reading, this was poems I wrote after my English teacher gave us some writing prompts. We are doing speeches on whether we should let refugees into Australia or not, Are you guys for or Against? (My whole class is for)
~Lizzie~
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Zeals
Genel KurguZeals are short pieces of literature or art left in oragami form in public spaces. I have joined a school club where each week we meet and write and create zeals. Hopefully I will publish at least one zeal a week. Btw I could be spelling Zeal wrong...
