It began at a festival with the field and the sun,

I thought for sure, this dream would be a good one.

So many friends and family there,

Dancing and drinking without a care.

Then the sky turned grey, as the planes all arrived.

The air filled with screams, the children began to cry,

One man dived under a car. The first explosion hit.

I clung to the girls, crouched down in a pit.

Howling out your name between the bangs and the cracks,

Hoping and praying you’d somehow come back.

Half crawling, half dragging the girls- we stay low,

Find a room, hiding children, and so in we go,

I wipe away tears, as I hold them all tight,

We hear the foot soldiers, all marching to fight,

I peek through the window, you’re stood in a line,

I can’t watch but I can’t let you out of my sight.

I wake in cold sweats, I know it's not real,

Still this nightmare is out there, for others to feel.

I finally manage to drift off again, 

And return to the hellish place way back when...

Only this time they’re here, to take me away,

I cling onto the girls, look at them and say;

“You must do everything you can to stay together.

I love you, be brave, this won’t last forever.”

I squeeze them both tight, in one last embrace,

Take a deep breath and study their face.

I pray that they don’t see the fear in my eyes,

And remember my smile, as we say our goodbyes.

Then again I wake, breathe deep, a sigh of relief,

Unable to shake, the sadness and grief.

Feeling helpless, overwhelmed, as the powers that be,

Call the shots, and decide on the fate of many.

This is not our war - The people have spoken.

Whilst visa applications are silently frozen.

Is this the rock bottom we’ve been heading for?

Do we need to go there before we reform?

With just the push of a button this could all change.

Can we interject before it’s too late?