Dear World…

Ohood was sitting at her school desk when bullets started flying, inches above her head.

Hassan saw severed heads and limbs lying in pools of sticky blood following the shelling of a funeral.

Mohammed’s skin and hair caught fire when a nearby car exploded.

Kareem’s next-door neighbor was killed by a shell as she nursed her baby.

Moussa was kept in a prison cell alongside decomposing bodies.

Such terror,r they lived thru but escaped trying to find refuge in other countries. They thought they were leaving the war behind as they escaped. But…

After all, they have been thru and now they are being punished or denied full care as they escaped on their own. No adults accompanied them on their run to save their life.

Many children have written their story of survival … what we will share is one child’s story written by children’s author Nicola Davies. Written as a poem in response to the government’s decisions not to allow lone refugee children a safe haven and care.

It seems she saw first hand how refugee children were being treated and how children of the new country went against adults and their policies to help refugee children find a new life.

“The Day the War Came

The day war came there were flowers on the window sill
and my father sang my baby brother back to sleep.

My mother made my breakfast, kissed my nose
and walked with me to school.

That morning I learned about volcanoes, I sang a song about how tadpoles turn at last to frogs.
I made a picture of myself with wings.
Then, just after lunch, while I watched a cloud shaped like a dolphin,the war came.
At first, just like a spattering of hail
a voice of thunder…
then all smoke and fire and noise, that I didn’t understand.

It came to the playground.
It came into my teacher’s face.
It brought the roof down.
and turned my town to rubble.

I can’t say the words that tell you
about the blackened hole that had been my home.

All I can say is this:

war took everything

war took everyone

I was ragged, bloody, all alone.

I ran. Rode on the back of trucks, in buses;
walked over fields and roads and mountains,
in the cold and mud and rain;
on a boat that leaked and almost sank
and up a beach where babies lay face down in the sand.

I ran until I couldn’t run
until I reached a row of huts
and found a corner with a dirty blanket
and a door that rattled in the wind

But then the war had followed me.
It was underneath my skin,
behind my eyes,
and in my dreams.
It had taken possession of my heart.

I walked and walked to try and drive war out of myself,
to try and find a place it hadn’t reached.
But the war was in the way that doors shut when I came down the street
It was in the way the people didn’t smile and turned away.

I came to a school.
I looked in through the window.
They were learning all about volcanoes
And drawing birds and singing.

I went inside.
My footsteps echoed in the hall
I pushed the door and faces turned towards

I but the teacher didn’t smile.
She said, there is no room for you,
you see, there is no chair for you to sit on,
you have to go away.

And then I understood that war had got here too.

I turned around and went back to the hut, the corner, and the blanket
and crawled inside.
It seemed that war had taken all the world and all the people in it.

The door banged.
I thought it was the wind.
But a child’s voice spoke
“I brought you this,” she said,d, “so you can come to school.”
It was a chair. A chair for me to sit on and learn about volcanoes, frog, and singing
And drive the war out of my heart.

She smiled and said “My friends have brought theirs too, so all the children here can come to school”

Out of every hue,t, a child came and we walked together,
on a road all lined with chairs.
Pushing back the war with every step.”

Once again children showing leaders of countries how to be kind, accepting, compassionate. Why does it take children showing the way? This is a true story… about 3000 refugee children being denied correct care and acceptance. Haven’t they been thru enough? They did not choose to become refugees…

#StopMakingUsRefugees #StopDestroyingOurHomes #StopUsingUsChildrenAsWeaponsOfFear #UnitedChildrenLeadTheWay #ChildrenStateTheyShallOvercome so adults #StopKillingPeople

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