Farewell family

• Abe Wynen, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2005

Here I am sick no water or food,
Getting homesick every second,
Working in a cell is like being in hell
Worrying you might die
Or getting whipped if you are bad,
By a trooper or captain
Thinking you might die.
Hoping not to pass away that night,
Doing prayers, saying to be free
Seeing what you get for a surprise.