You, We, Your

• Lucy O'malley, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2015

You hurt me, my family
You trap us we’re scared
You make rules we have to break
You destroy all hope and joy
You take the little we have


We hide, and try not to starve
We secretly plot against you
We hide our faces unless we’re brave
We may die but not in vein


New families are formed under your nose
Your forces will fall and things will back fire
Your days are nearly done and we grow stronger