by Andrew Gibbs

Stained: A Refugee Week Poetry Entry

This wonderful poem was written by Ayaan Harunani of Tutor Group Cm. Ayaan is a Year 9 student at HBHS.



Stained

Stained on the concrete

Their bodies lay askew

A son mourns the loss of his kin

Knee deep in the rubble,

In the rubble once home

Robbed of what he once had his own.


Stained

Stained on the concrete

Their bodies lay askew

He is now to be made a refugee

Handed nothing but sympathy

His smile despondent, his tears responding

Forced to flee to another country

All that surrounds him is foreign

Screams expel from a pin drop

No one understands his pain felt.


Stained

Stained on the concrete

Their bodies lay askew

The world can be better for a refugee

It’s so clear to see, yet it’s not understood

The world is Broken

In shards of humanity.


Stained

Stained on the concrete

Their bodies lay askew

To make the world better for a refugee

We must be better as a colony

Treat them as kin,

Let them into your homes,

Give them reasons to smile,

And not let them mourn alone.

Give your hand to a refugee

provide help not just sympathy

Sitting alone tormented by the memories

Rocking back and forth can’t even visit their cemetery

Learn their woe share their burden

The world can be better for a refugee


Stained

Stained on the concrete

Their bodies lay askew

Now a distant memory crowded by the new.