Children in exile
Once we lived in a land of happiness and unending joy.
Life was easy and love was all we knew. Love was all around, in abundance.
There was sunlight, green meadows and eternal sunsets by the sea.
The days were long and full of games, music and laughter.
At night the sky was filled with stars, watching over us. Keeping us safe.
We knew of no fear. No anger. No pain.
We were safe, protected from darkness.
We thought this would last forever.
Then came the men with dark hands
Eyes that spewed pain, voices like thunder
They stole us away from our beloved Summerland
Burned the orchards, shattered the dreams
Tore apart the music.
From that day, darkness had descended
Safety was no more
They put out the stars
And we were on our own.
Children lost in the night
Orphans, torn from our Mother
Learning to live without love
To care for ourselves
Many of us couldn’t
They died; walked into the sea never to return
The men would come and read us their names
Foretell our futures
We were all destined to die
It was a plan; no one would live to tell the story of Before
Happiness and love were threats to them
Holocaust of love
We vowed to remember
The memories would live on without us
We told stories, sang songs
Sent them out into the world on our breaths
Knowledge cannot be burned
Love will live on
And one day… it will conquer the pain and hatred
Light the stars once more
Our children or our children’s children
Will live in a world of freedom
© Lisa Isaksson, 1999–2006