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.
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