A Disaster

• Elanie Tasseron, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2017

We had to flee,
just like a bee.
All I could see,
was only me.
We had to escape,
on a boat that would scrape.
As I heard screaming,
I saw the sun beaming.
I'm full of fear,
and I know were not near.
I need a new education,
in a new nation.
What can I do,
without the sky so blue.
What can I do,
without the help from you.