Tears, Tears, Tears....

• Ammaar Anwary, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2014

Tears coming down my face, as I sit and think.
It’s time we stood together, it’s time we stood as one.
We need our space, we need our freedom.
Afghanistan my homeland, oh how much you mean to me!
I would like to make a difference, I would like to help.
If only we could unite and look to a brighter future, I would love to be a part of the rebuilding.
You mean so much to me, I may not have been born on your soil.
But my parents and grandparents were and this means everything to me.

Written by: Ammaar Anwary
Year 7
Australian Islamic College (Thornlie)