ARE YOU REALLY ALONE?

By Alyssa D., Alyssa N., Hailey B., and Desiree O.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

A refugee poemGhost town by Shiny Toy GunsPictures

I am a refugee With no identityAnd no nationalityNo dignityIn this unrealitySimply a digitIn the devil's computer rollI want a new lifeI am a fugitiveA tattered tentOver my battered headA begging bowlIn my blistered handCracked sandalsUnder my weary solesAnd little faithIn my soulI want a new life

I am a fugitiveFleeing from burning homesAnd rivers of bloodCursed to camp and decampAlong life's lifelessnessI want a new lifeMy motherland is weepingGive me back my childThe one you yankedfrom my bare breastGive me back my rivers of puritythat you pollutedwith innocent bloodIn your drunken firespraying spreeAnd take this new life...

I want to go back homeI want to go backand regain my identityI want to go back aand re-till my landI want to go backand re-build my fencesI want to go backand re live my lifeI want to go backand praise my God.

GHOST TOWN BY SHINY TOY GUNS

A child who lost his family during a town panic now waits in a immigration building to be sent to a new family.