大象传媒

Tomorrow is the day I take a journey
Far, far away from precious mum.
Sleep will not come, I fear the dawning.
How I wish tomorrow would never come.

Confusion all around, my eyes see nothing,
Holding tight to little sister's hand.
Waiting for hours on the dock-side
Wondering, where will the big boat land?

Though tired we cannot sleep, my sister's weeping.
The hurt inside us both brings many tears.
Snuggle together on prickly straw beds.
Close our eyes, hoping not to feel the fears.

Herded into school while ladies watch us.
Waiting for a finger to point our way.
Trying very hard to will a kind face
That will say, "You may come and stay."

Prayers are said each night but he doesn't hear us.
The darkness is the hardest part of day.
If we press our hands much tighter saying prayers,
Maybe Jesus will hear us when we pray.

Days are long, we are forbidden to enter house.
She calls us when food is ready laid.
Villagers come to buy eggs and milk,
Stare at us, like cattle on display.

Asking, "What are they like? Do they come from London?
Are they clean? And do they eat a lot?"
Talking of us as though we're Aliens.
Looking at us like trophies, freshly shot.

Yes, we were strange. We didn't talk like them.
Our faces pale, we had no rosy cheeks.
Our eyes were sunken, cheeks were swollen,
From crying before we went to sleep.

Just a page of life so many years ago.
Remembering, made me cry again.
Pulling, from hidden depth, a painful memory,
That I'd burried, never to live again.

This poem was entered on The People's War Website by Stuart Ross on behalf of Daisy Chandler, who fully understands the site's terms and conditions

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