Waiting For Justice

• Yasmin Atwani, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2013

Like senseless creatures, like blood stained preachers,
They shredded our peaceful lives,
And trampled our people with their prejudice filled eyes,
They came with their rusty tanks, and forced us to the banks,
My heart trembled as the sound of gunshots filled the air,
I saw my life flash through my mind in a frantic blur,
I survived, my people did not
And alone I sit grieving, my identity and my life left bleeding,
Hearts and souls still lay waiting, while the courts sit deliberating,
The victims of Srebrenica still ask for justice,
And the killers still live with lives of innocence,
This is my life, the life of suffering, genocide and war crimes,
Against my people in these blood drenched confines,
And in the wind our sons, our fathers and our grandfathers still float,
And the killers still live with their blood stained hands,
In their phoney lives of innocence