BackPack Challenge 2018

Somerset College Backpack Challenge 2018

R efugee

Refugee When people fled their home, they after feel alone. Out on the street, with nothing to eat. Children crying at night, the guns giving them a fright. Innocent people hurt, all covered in dirt. Loved ones taken away, it’s been another day. Clothes tattered and ripped, their lives have been flipped. Not a lot of roof, to stay they need proof. They’re in a mood, because they’re had no food. Moving place to place, the future’s about to be faced. We can lend a hand, by giving them safe land.

By Emily Mai and Carys Charity Year 8

B ystander - T he O ne L eft B ehind

The cracked concrete punishes my skin as I dive onto the floor, seeking shelter. My skin is cold to touch, but I am sweating furiously.

Screams and shouts mesh into white noise, becoming a hissing pain for my eardrums to brave. Ash floods my nose, triggering painful memories of my past. Quickly I am knocked out of my daydream by the piercing vibrations from a nearby revolver. Slightly raising my head, my vision compromised by thick clouds of smoke and dust. A sickening pain constricts around my chest as I am forced to be a bystander and watch the carnage unfold around me.

At least my son is safe in a better place.

Georgia McNamara Year 10

R unning to a better place , anywhere away from here E verlasting scars , memories of my past F ighting for the freedom of my family and my own U naware , unprepared , unexpected G uilty , thinking i could have helped somehow E ager for what is ahead E xpecting a better life , somewhere

By Anica Moller Year 10

R E

ejected

victed

F rom our country of birth U s , as a nation divided G

irls and boys fleeing desperately

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veryone in fear

E veryone praying for a glimpse of hope

By Ellise Lim, Allegra Liussi and Isabella Seymour Year 7

A lone

Alone, she stands. Hands quivering, legs shaking. It was a feeling she was becoming progressively more accustomed to lately. Before her stands the crushed remnants of a destroyed and shattered community, a city of broken dreams. And yet, the alternate seemed equally unbearable. Trapped between two realities, feeling endangered here but fearing the brutal events abroad. She’d heard the stories, “Illegal Immigrants Not Welcome!” “STOP THE BOATS!” Maybe this is what she was born into. Maybe she was destined to be treated like this. So, too scared of the present but holding more worries of the future, she retracted into her shell. Hands quivering, legs shaking. Alone, she stands, forever.

By Kurt Grgic Year 12

R efugee S ong

Refugees On the seas Some only aged 17 Crowded boats, Barely afloat Some only aged 17

No place to stay Scared all night and day Some only aged 17 No food to eat Starving on the street Some only aged 17 The hard life to live, Nothing more to give Some only aged 17

Some only aged 17

Allegra Liussi, Isabella Seymour and Ellise Lim Year 7

R unning away from the hatred that caused this mess E very day is a matter of survival F reedom - a feeling that i have long forgotten U nprepared for the many hardships to come G rateful to at least still be alive E ternal hell is our new life E very onnce of hope , completely shattered

By Jenna Goldie Year 10

A M other ’ s B urden

A mother’s burden Trauma of the past Her children are suffering Too weak to feed them No milk, sugar and water

By Desmond Chuah and Marcus Ibsen Year 10

R ed dirt flies up as i flee away from the gunshots E scaping from the only home i ’ ve ever known F ighting against the constraints that hold me home U seless negative thoughts with so many to care for G reat lengths have been taken to flee from the war E ternity is a long time to go without a home E verything is on the line

By Amaani Bhasin and Tanya Nagrani Year 8

T hat ’ s W hat T hey S ay

People are mean, that’s wat they say. Is that why when I walk down those war ridden paths,

onlooking corpses left to die, I feel emptiness fill inside me. They were mean and they still told me. Shocked and Overwhelmed, still I prayed for them. Because at the end of the day…its death. Good or bad, death still fills my vision. Loved ones lost. Homes destroyed. People can be good, that’s what they should say.

Anna Boone and Jacinta Mai Year 10

Goodbye, bomb-buried buildings It’s you or me I’m off to find an apple tree Down the cobbled road, over the mountain Maybe there will be a water fountain…

Anonymous

R E

unning from the pain endured

xcited for whats to come

F urious at the loss they have to face U nderstanding of each other G rateful for a chance to start again E ager to start a new life E ncouraging of each other always

By Makayla Carkazis Year 10

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unning towards the unknown

E liminating any joy or hope left inside F riends and family , all left behind U nlimitied time waiting for a better life G unshots echo in my mind thoughout every day E ager to being a new life E ndless fighting

By Ella Hammond Year 10

I once was a man from Iran, but now that’s all gone. From Iran, I ran on and on.

In the night I escaped, my soul will not break. I am scared, please do not lock me on an island. It’s not my fault they’re at war. I left my family behind, I hoped that you would be kind. All I want is peace, but now that seems hard to believe.

By Emelia Fink, Julia Puhalla and Charlie Glaser Year 7

Opportunities await, elsewhere through a gate. Enthusiastic to see other than plastic. After all the pace, I hope we find a better place.

Tim Hornsey and Lachie Hartley Year 8

Refugees waiting for entry

Traveling to reach a safe place

Loosing hope each day

Sarah-Anne Hornsey Year 10

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