Safety

• Zahra Stoney, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

Guns, bombs, dirt.
Scar our eyes,
Young innocent eyes,children,
Oblivious, unaware of life before the war
Their lives still live on,
My life slows down.
To where? Safety?

What is Safety?
Acceptance, approval, from who?
They haven’t seen war, felt war.
We look to belong to a country we haven’t grown up in.
To be seen as an outsider.
Looked down upon, different.
Forever at war.
But Safety?
No…