Something Sad

22 Apr

I won’t comment on the political situation, but I will speak for the children here in Bahrain.  The burning tyres and teargas scenario has been ongoing throughout the year.

I have heard of parents concerned for their new born babies inhaling the fumes and I have listened to the fears of  children I work with, after their streets have been invaded and they are afraid in their beds.

During class one day a little girl said, ‘Do you want to hear something sad Miss?’

This poem was inspired by what she told me:

something in the air

something sad

said the child

beneath the sun

and the blue sky


it stinks

said the child

it clings and chokes

wafting in the

delicate breeze

through palms

invisible it clings

so sadly to my

happy life

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