The blasts fill the air
How death fills it to
Then blood spills
And falls into her hair

She hides in the rubbish
To hide from them
For hunger has taken her
For she wishes to not be punished

Her mother and father
Tell her their last good byes
There is nothing
But tears left in her eyes

She sees them being shipped off
To a land not so far away
They tell her to work
For that is to the bay

The bay is cold and people are crying
A smoke fills the room
To soothe them to sleep
But she knows her doom

She sees a face so lovely
But can not bring to hate
The loving face of God
Awaiting for her fate