They were a family sitting 
And one of them was I,
I still can't forget what they were talking
And how the breeze passed by,

Then suddenly the gun sound cried
And everyone were separated 
One of the mother left her child behind!
And runned for her life

The child was I..
I thank GOD i survived
I was hungry and naked
But only for some times!
At a Beatiful home am now located
And this is my life
I beleive i lost my home
Just to find my future
The future that has peace
Love
Kindness
And testimonies

Written by Anaclet the Poet Boy