we walk a long way to get here
to get here, i was carried, i was tired
there’re many people here, living in fear
they lost their homes, all things, in the fires
my name is Gabezech, i’m 8 years old
father’s name Gandeyso, from Konso Zone
mother’s Gedenu, she’s feeble and cold
please don’t leave us forgotten here all alone
i love to learn & love to sing
i was in ‘0’ grade in my little school
things went from bad to worse, war changed everything
the pandemic and violence are so cruel
what we learned, we learned by singing along
we sang the ABCs together in a little room
that’s how we used to learn, singing songs
but now i don’t go to school, there’s doom
my friend also came with me to school
her name is Agusit—we play games together
we play a game i love called Furushune
when i’m playing no one can beat me, never
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Author:
rrodriguez (
Offline) - Published: June 27th, 2021 13:19
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem as a reaction to a UNICEF video on a little girl name Gabezech in Ethiopia. I wrote it without capitalization, punctuation, and long lines to highlight the plight of this little girl's bare existence in a refugee camp. The words are mainly her words expressing her plight. The poem has an abrupt end because it seems that there's no end to her situation.
- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments3
I love that you care. A lovely poem
Thank you!
Transported me to another reality so well.
Yes the suffering is real. Many are destitute. Thank you for your comment.
It is such a shame that children have to live like this in a world that could give them all they wanted.
Wonderful moving words and that video brought tears to my eyes, what a delightful young girl.
"Children need peace more than anything."
Andy
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