Commons image by Aleksandr Zaitsev
By Özge Lena
There is a civil war in your country
and there is a war of survival
in the country they are carrying you to.
But before that there is the sea.
It is midnight on a rolling sea
and you are on a plastic boat, escaping
monsters to fall among predators.
If not drowned, they will catch you soon.
Yet all you have is your youth
and your desire to live, a pink hope
to keep all your organs inside
or your small body away from trembling hands.
There are rumours about a rich island,
and there is no playground left in this world.
The first beam of the sun slashes
the horizon, oozing into the harsh waves.
Another boat approaches to get you in.
You see it is full of girls who look like you.
