Book Of Poems

Home

Home

The place of safety,

Or should be at least

The place people move from regularly,

Or are forced to forget

Some people have never had a home,

Or have lost one forever

These people are refugees

People who have been frightened

Have had to cross seas and countries

They have been sitting in trucks for days

Risking health and lives to ensure

Future generations have a place to call

Home

A home for growing up and memories to be formed

A home where one can be safe

One with friends and family, nearby and close

For support during hard times

For celebration during best moments

Refugees do not have a choice

Unless a choice is considered to be 'life or death'

To smell burning flesh or walls

To see everyone you know disappear, in one second

To feel a sharp pain from shrapnel in your arm

The taste of dusty air, except there is no taste

Just screaming, a high pitched noise, the fear, the wanting to go

Home

But there is none here