Blue and white pyjamas
Packed from wall to wall.

No hair, no food, no water.
At all, at all, at all.

Skin and bones of bodies all around the camp,
Not that anyone cares as that’s what we bear.

As I sat upon my bed with six.
Although it was for two.
I heard a baby crying but there was

Nothing I could do.


Tears of hurt and loss,
Shed from one to two.
Bleeding hearts and lifeless bodies.
What can I do?

Someone once told me “life is a fight”
But I'm trapped and afraid and it’s far from delight
I just hope to see the light.

Friends and family cry, oh why?
Is this what they expect?
Because I now know the feeling of neglect.

Sometimes I feel alone,
So I look around and see people roam.
I wonder what they think?
I wonder what they feel?
And most of all I wonder can I be seen.

I never see my dad no more,
And it breaks my heart to know,
His last words he said to me was
“I love you forever more”.

My eyes are closed,
My body numb,
If the truth be told what have they done.