As I fear and am filled with anticipation of what lies ahead I wave goodbye to the one I love the most I’m scared I may never see you again And as you leave to board your train I start to cry as I’m watching you speed away On the train in the light of day I know I might not see you again but we will always be together in our hearts I know we will be together one day. … As the train starts to slow I feel fear creeping up my neck I step out into the chaos of what was our beautiful country Screaming and shouting fills my ears Gunfire and shrapnel surrounding my senses I already miss you.
Sounds of bombs, deafening and loud Carrying children, belongings and frowns Air raid sirens, run and cover Relatives and friends, shake and shudder Early mornings. late nights Do they deserve to live with this fright?
We will leave our stories behind it all And think about the tease Alarms, armies and weapons Will never be at ease
Cuts, scars and bruises The ones that can never be healed Never ending flashbacks in our triggering memories Cold bodies huddled In tiny rafts at sea Many people wishing they could be free
Too much pain and heart break Could break a family Tall figures holding guns bigger than their bodies Always on the watch One wrong move And bang Families hearts broken
Don’t cry, Don’t speak Stay still and silent And repeat As the stream of tears roll down your face A never ending war of violence And a thought pops inn your head Will there never be violence Or is it a melody in my head No body Can go back to the bombing and war The never ending journey Is always a far will we make it or Is it too hard
Jumping fences breaking locks Everyone constantly debilitated Jumping in tracks Risking their lives Just to reach the docks Roads that lead nowhere Is their someone out their Who can help Never mind they just stare
Children abandoned Screaming and crying Left with no help Starving and crying is a deadly mix Can somebody help us Out of this state and bring us something new
A bunch of woke new people Begging us too get out We have fought for Years, months and days And still no empathy Endless women, men and children Fighting for their safety
New Prime Ministers Trying to make their countries happy And not let them fall apart But someone wishing to go to prison Instead of their own country Definitely needs a form of help
The many people in this world That fight for these families Are the real heroes Why can we not see what others see Why can we not fight for what others fight for We have the right to defend the correct people Give young children and adults the ability to open up To our countries and tell their stories To let them have a new beginning in our wonderful countries Anyone no matter your past, culture or background Everyone deserves a begging and an end
Their never ending journey is filled with heart break Let them start today Sharing our countries Our homes Our playgrounds Our schools And our peace as a whole community Let hope bring us together And write out stories down Let these children dream and sleep In a warm and comfy bed Let these families have hope for the ones who are dead Let them have a fresh new start Let everyone play their part
I am scared, been fighting for my country they can not fight as much as we do for each other, no food, no water, no money, no home I am scared.
I am scared, cold and frightened nobody to take care of me, not even a slum, always begging on the streets, voiceless, powerless, and no cleanliness, not even a single show I am scared.
The climate change is not funny, some of us are at home dying, some of us might already have died from starvation, some people are just so unbelievably rude to us. We need to change the way people treat us, we need more by far and change is very bad I am scared.
The world is flooding, our world is being destroyed, every penny has been wasted on trash, rubbish dumped everywhere and us homeless live any where, and get abused horribly I am scared.
Escaping reality is not easy, people yelling, crying and being abused all around you, leaving that exact one spot at that exact time, the feeling of being rained and thundered on I am scared.
The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Well my grass was browner than brown and was never greener. Always on the move we are to find grass that’s greener but never can I find it because there’s always another side.
Always on the move we are as it seems to be, we’ve passed through countries great and small it’s our destiny.
Through Israel to Turkey from Turkey to Greece, always are we on the move to find our resting place.
This journey has taken us great and far, we’ve crossed so many seas. But one thing I can tell you is that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Though the world seems shady so many things grown wall and far reaching ecstasy. But just remember the grass is greener on the other side and yours.
Every day I hope to leave this place
but lose hope every day.
Every day I wish to go back home
but where is my home?
Every day feels like an eternity
trapped in this cage.
Every day I wait for food
but I never get much.
Every day I hope to explore the world
but not today,
but maybe one day.
I hope to leave this cage
but not today,
but maybe one day.
I never wanted to be a refugee
When you hear a bomb at night, you are filled with sudden fright. You run quickly out the house, as quiet as a mouse. You are met with chaos and destruction, and don’t know where to run. Your family come rushing out, filled with fear and doubt. You gather together, and run for your lives. In this world only the lucky survive. You run and you run and you run till you can’t, you stumble and trip but you can’t stop and start. You can see the shelter of the station in the distance, the more you run the further it seems to be. Finally you arrive to safety and assistance, A place of refuge for you and family.
A boy by himself lost in a war. Fear gradually creeping up his back. Alone. Confused. Anxious. No one in the world knew a little boy was all alone and afraid. No body coming to his aid as people abused him. Armed people harmed him. Until one day God had blessed him. He was no longer a boy lost in a war, He had no fear gradually creeping up his back. He was now happy reunited with his family. Now people came to his aid as fast as they could. All thanks to God.
When things are getting tough, And there’s nowhere to go. When fights gets rough, And you’re at an all-time low. When the skies are dark, And the clouds are grey. When life makes it’s mark, Not in a good way.
Where do you go? In times of trouble and woe, Who do you cry to? When the whole world seems a foe, Who gives you love? When you need it most, Who checks up on you? When you feel like a ghost.
Who is your refuge? For me, it’s my mum.
Chocolate and a cup of tea, Tissues and blankets for me, Kind words and an eager ear, She knows all my troubles, And everything I fear, Always happy to talk, Gives me a hug when I cry, I run to her shelter, In my hardest times, When I’m hit with bullets, She stitches me up. My shelter, my refuge, my safe, warm hug, My lovely, helpful, thoughtful Mum.
I’m breathing too fast, Thinking too slow. I’m falling and failing, With nowhere to go. Not really, nowhere close.
Where it’s calm and quiet, Lights turned down low. Where no one is looking, Neither friends nor foe. Such a place doesn’t exist here, It’s only in my head.
The sun in the sky, Waves sadness away. The grass green as ever, Like someone flicked a lever, To put a smile on my face, And transport me to the place. Where the night never ends, And the world has no limits, There’s a swing in the garden, And a barn full of cats. All the flowers you could think of, All the fruit you could eat. All the space you could need, All the time making you free.
It’s there I go, In my darkest hour. At school, in bed, even in the shower. It’s a place I’m grateful for, My gran’s garden, far away It’s my refuge, my shelter, my perfect place to say.
I sleep in my bed. To you or anyone, it is just a bed. But this is not mine. Mine is long gone. I am safe in sanction, as I am told. My feet are warm, but my heart is cold.
The wind brushes against the window. It whispers to me, echoing the voices of my people I left behind and fled.
I lie on this bed, belonging to another. Sleep eludes me throughout the night. The darkness envelops me completely. It holds onto me, tightening its grip.
My nightmares haunt me. I do not sleep anymore. I weep as I count the jumping sheep.
I repeat to myself, this is my home, a place to rest my feet. But deep down, I know this home is not my home. My home is a place far away. My home is the home where I took my first steps. My home is the home where I had my first talks. But MY home I fled. Now it’s no longer mine, just like this bed.
This is about a girl called Paula trying to get through her day but getting flashbacks from her past, later reassured its her imagination, and finds refuge in her mind.
Paula looked down at enough scars and bruises to last a lifetime Awoken from the darkness to an alarm bell’s chime The window was murky but now clean from the quick rain Clouds crying and the trees swaying once in harmony again As the kettle boiled her reflection screamed in a grim sight A drip of water climbing the contents of a cup they might She arranges them simultaneously as a dumb chore The darn bell sounded as the boiling water settled once more Out of her daydream back to the world in peace and not squalor The tea bag was risen in shaky hands, a driven brawler Placed gently to a mug of what hot and steam could burn off skin Paula relaxed her shoulders, not tense as the water reached brim. Lots of people tried to help Paula but not many succeed Her past of abuse now reflect on the blood in pain she bleeds A man arrived not long after today in the late hours A tall figure approaching, statuesque compared to towers Holding out hands for Paula’s shaking her both ruthlessly cold His face showed nothing, the door shut softly but heavy as gold Pain embarked a journey up her hands as heat travels through quick From the cup of tea her father held just like performing tricks She was safe at last from her nightmares awoke after shelter May that tall man be her father or for now an unknown elder
Asleep I was,
Awake in my night-mare
the air was thick and grey
my mother with the rest of
the village crying, screaming,
The rotten smell of cooking meat
roared at my nose.
I woke up to my house dead
The squirrel reaches for its nuts, before finding refuge in the tree. The hedgehog finds refuge in a pile of leaves. The rabbit looks for refuge with its family deep underground. The need for refuge, if we look, is all around. Just like a baby bird seeks refuge under its mother’s wing. A stable was a refuge for a baby who was born to be king. It doesn’t matter who you are we all need to feel secure. Refuge should be a place where you feel reassured.
Look at the world around you How lucky you really are Think of all those people Who have to journey afar How would you feel if people with guns Came and knocked down your door And forced you to go and run? The journey would be deathly And dangerous So next time you think you are hard done to Say you don’t get some sweets Just remember that some people don’t even have a home
We were forced to leave our home last summer. When the sky turned grey and the iron clad troops marched through the streets, And our anxieties had served their oppressive purpose, We were made to leave.
We travelled miles, Sometimes by train, Occasionally by boat, Usually by foot. Never happy.
And then we arrived at our first camp, We spent our days covered in regretful mud, And our nights huddled up in the bitter winter breeze. It wasn’t comfortable, But somehow, it was better than home. What was left of home.
I boarded a plane arriving in Spain, getting away from the pain and the British rain. When I first felt the heat my heart skipped a beat, I was overcome with a sense of calmness with the golden sand under my feet.
My fears washed away with the sound of the sea, in the first time in a long time I started to feel like me. Time to look forward and not to look back, I’m free I’m free I’m back on track.
Is It Death or Destiny? Is it Sleeping under the Stars? Or is your bed no longer safe? Is it a summers boat ride? Or a dinghy in the dark? Is it Running a 5K? Or Running for your life? Is it going to school everyday? Or not knowing if you might go again? Why, when I was born here? And you were born there? Do I get to be safe? And your life, is so unfair?
Mother says I’m going on a train today but what about her, She says “I’m not coming with you though” I started to feel unsure.
I went to do what I was told, “quick go pack your things” said mother, I stopped and thought for a second, I just hope all the tickets have not all been sold.
We arrived at the platform with a load of other children there, It was very busy but then I saw my friends so then I did not care.
Mother said “be brave for me, I might not be on the train with you but I’ll be there to see you leave” mother gave me my ticket for the train as she started to cry, she hugged and kissed me for the last time before we had to say goodbye.
The whistle blew for my train and people started to leave, I waved goodbye to mother And left to go to a different country…
Remember not every one is as fortunate as you Everyone should help those in need Feel sympathy for the people in need Unity is what brings us together Great things happen when everyone chips in Everyone won’t feel empathy but all can feel sympathy Every time someone become in need we need to help