Stranded

• Kinza Hussain, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2017

In pain and misery they dwell
It's life in a living hell
And only time can tell
When they'll be crushed by the infidel

Is there a way to end it all?
At the very least, escape the war?
They hear whispers of a land far away
Driven by hope, they're on their way

Freedom. Hope. Peace.
Overwhelming relief
And an inordinate amount of grief
For their families stranded in war

Who have no place they can call home
So in the streets they have to roam
In hunger, misery and pain
No voices left to complain