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