Here I stand
I had a home,
Somewhere far beyond the horizon
Freedom, health and nutrition
Things I had in reach,
Now, it all lies in the ashes below.
There is no space where i stand,
Under the deep holes pierced by bombs,
Hidden between all the people
Soaked in blood and vomit,
Here I stand.
A weary cry comes from below.
A sound which has no hope
I listen carefully,
And I hear it again.
Now the crowd is silently moving.
And the voice whimpers as the people push,
All wanting to be the first, to the promised land.
I have little faith,
In my soul.
Only, I reach out
With my battered hands for the small child
Crying in anguish.
Here I stand; unknown.
Jenny Jeon
German Mills Public School, Grade 8
Age 14
1st Prize – 2011
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