You were forced to leave,
Away from everything you loved,
To this God forsaken island.
Your home waving from across the water,
The harsh sun beating down painfully,
Scorching the dust under your flimsy shoes.
Salty tears rolling down your cheek,
As you watch forlornly after the retreating boat.
Standing with your small suitcase in your hand,
A man with a grotesquely disfigured face,
Comes to help to take you away,
What are you to do now?
By Lucy Williams