War is all around, in every culture
The government becomes like a vulture
Feeding off their people to make more money
It’s not big, it’s not clever, it’s not funny
They say they look after us, but they lie
We are individuals, it matters if we live or die
We have no water, we have no food
We have no one to bring is good
We have dreams, we want more
We don’t want to live at deaths door
The big men live happy in their home
Happy and content, like a dog with a bone
The vultures have gone, I am alone
Where is my country? Where is my place?
Why cannot I not see my own face
I don’t fit in, I don’t belong
I know not their story, nor their song.
At home we were happy, we lived as one
A happy boy I was, my father with his son.
Now I am a man, I’m left out in the cold
My everything is gone, I’m alone to grow old.
-Selina Redgate