Refugee Boy

( Poem about Kurdish Iranian teenager attacked in Croydon) Refugee boy Just 17 Yet your eyes have seen so much Now so far from home and loved ones You thought you were free from danger In your land of refuge Life was routine again College and a visit to the teahouse on the way home It was familiar, cosy You said you were lucky you were here Just before… A pack of ‘hyenas’ set upon you You had invaded their ‘territory’ Drunk and vicious subhuman dregs of society They kicked your slender frame Again, again and again They cracked your skull, your spine And left you for dead Some ‘hyenas’ circled Watched and jeered You are stronger than them They could not break your spirit You were meant to live, Godspeed