Life away from home

I heard a noise in the middle of the night,
A shout, a scream, a cry.
I was taken from my bed, I was as cold as ice,
I was dragged away from my home.

I was pulled along through the dimly lit streets,
Chained along with my mum.
We had cuts and burns and aching feet,
It felt like my bones would brake.

When we reached the camps, we were starving and weak,
Our wounds were crying for help.
I was separated from my mum, and taken into a crowed of people,
My head was shaved and I got fed little.

I cried for my mum, but she did not come,
I hope that she will live.
Maybe she’s in pain and hunger,
But hopefully she will survive.

I got given some soap and a very small towel,
And was led towards the showers.
I though I was going to have a shower,
But when I reached the room, I knew my life was over.

By Sinead O’Reilly