The Future

50% of all refugees are children. Amidst the war and bloodshed, children – who are this future of the world – are left battered, bruised, and scarred. Salonee Gupta, reporter for the United Nations Human Rights Council (UNHRC), writes a poem from the point of view of one such child.

You told me, I’m the future,
Then you took my books.

You killed my mum and dad,
And told me not to look.

I know you told me lies,
But I don’t have tears in my eyes-
I have dreams.

And you think I’m alone,
But I don’t have fear in my bones-
They’re made of courage.

This heart beats true
To its ground,
This soul belongs to this land
And here, it will be found.

You stained my skin,
With my own red,
But ‘Rise from the ashes’
My Khala always said.

You told me I’m the future,
Then you took my books

You killed my mum and dad
And told me not to look.

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