*giggles*

I'm cleaning up all my floppy disks from yonks ago (oh, and Anahita, I've found two more ridiculously written film scripts for us to lol at! :)), and one of the treasures I've dugged up is a poem I wrote, I think it was for a Geography assignment, on immigration.

Anyway, the sentiment's there, I just don't think I should have introduced rhyme. It sounds funny. And the last sentence is a blatant steal from the Fargo tagline!

Tired and hungry,
Dying for food.
My brother is crying,
In a gloomy mood.

I cry for help,
They don’t understand.
I’m speaking another language,
They don’t lend their hand.

I steal some scraps.
It’s nowhere near enough.
But I am used to it now,
Living this life rough.

I’m lost in this planet,
On the run from the law.
I can’t find a home,
Living this poor.

My parents are missing,
I miss them a lot.
My heart feels like stone.
My legs tied in a knot.

But yet I keep on running,
Never looking behind.
Just me and my brother,
And my cunning and my mind.

I escaped at a young age,
I was forced to run away.
I would have been murdered,
Had I chosen to stay?

I’m now at a new place.
Somewhere I haven’t already been.
But I must be careful,
I cannot be seen.

Each road is an option,
Which way do I lead?
Will I end up in circles?
What are these signs that I can’t read?

When I entered this new country,
I thought we’d be safe.
But there are problems, here too;
They guide us away.

So I cross the border,
Wondering what this new area will bring.
A lot can happen
In the middle of nothing.