a day in the life of Gabezech

rrodriguez



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

  • Author: rrodriguez (Offline 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
  • Views: 42
  • Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
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  • Accidental Poet

    So sad how war is more important than children attending school and living in a refugee camp. But she seems happy and optimistic despite the war. Great write rrodriguez ; )

    • rrodriguez

      Thank you for reading my poem and commenting. Be blessed!

    • Saxon Crow

      I love that you care. A lovely poem

    • dusk arising

      Transported me to another reality so well.

      • rrodriguez

        Yes the suffering is real. Many are destitute. Thank you for your comment.

      • Goldfinch60

        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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