The Worries of a Refugee By Emina Sehic

As the ground would shake
Both of my ears would ache
As the bombs would fall
Into the hall I crawl

My family has no food
Because the soldiers were rude
No time for maybe
My wife is having a baby

The light is bright
As my chest feels tight
The shade is cool
It feels like a swimming pool

No time for worrying
The whole world is hurrying
No more holding of water
Now the baby is a daughter