Refugee Story

Those are my shoes I keep then neat To remind of when I had both feet; But I am alive Not like my brother Nor traumatised Like my sisters and mother. I’ve not seen my father Since that day They came and took Us both away. They said they were fighting To set us free But what they did before They took father and me. They didn’t tell that all around They’d scattered mines on the ground. When I escaped I stood on one I lost both feet with one leg gone; But I survived I’m lucky they say One of the few that got away. They say with luck I’ll soon walk But I don’t believe I’ll ever Ever ever want to talk. They are very nice to me here In this camp,so very kind. They leave me in peace To gather my mind. They are teaching me to write So maybe one day I can tell About my life and times In captives hell. I won’t go to church Or sing hymns or pray They were believers they said Who took me and father away. So,I clean my shoes And keep them neat To remind of when I had both feet, And life was good And we were free. And I had all of My family around me.