15 June 2012
I've never seen these kind of bars
Looming on my face
I saw some outside a school once
But that's now a far off place.
I'm awful tired and itchy
And I feel very sick,
Mummy says its measles
And I mustn't scratch or pick.
She shares this space with me
And my little sister Al
And three other people
Who I don't know very well.
This little space is smelly
Sticky, dirty, hot,
I miss my little bedroom
In Birmingham a lot.
Teddy's back in Birmingham
And all my little friends,
I hope I don't have to stay in Pakistan
I hope it ends.
Mummy says not to worry
That it'll all be alright,
But it's hard not to worry
When I hear things in the night
And hear them all talking
About something called Death Row,
I never heard of that before
It sounds bad, don't want to know.
I just want to leave here,
These men and their harsh words,
All the strange people,
Strange animals and birds.
I want to go back home again
With Mum, Baby and sis.
These bars are awful scary
And my bed I really miss.
My kitty will be hungry
And gran will worry too,
I hope we can fly away from here,
I hope we can do it soon.
They say it's because of the poppies,
The poppies caused this mess,
They say the poppies have caused such pain in the world,
Such hurt and death and distress,
But the poppies are so pretty
How can they cause such pain?
I hope that we can leave this place
And see Birmingham again.
Khadija's Son • Opuss № I