Reality

• Ator Ayiik, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2016

Dead bodies lay discarded on the side of the trail.
Reeking with a foul nauseating odour.
The pungent smell penetrates the humid air.
We scramble to cover our noses, slowing suffocating.

Children desperately clasp onto their mothers’,
emitting a sharp shriek, at the gruesome sight.
Small crystal beads stream down their pale cheeks,
as their innocent eyes submerge in a puddle of tears.

When evening comes, we drop our heavy possessions.
we lay on the gritty sand, shivering under thin layers of fabric.
The luminous moon gleams in the black sky,
As we close our eyes and pray for a better tomorrow.