I would rather be shot by cameramen,
And labelled as a scavenger,
Than be shot by an AK 47,
And pronounced dead by a doctor,
Or just my neighbour.
I would rather get on a little boat,
Throw myself and my children afloat,
Put our lives in the hands of the sea,
Than wait for the diplomacy,
And charity to make my home safe.
My uncle went to fight them,
He had no children to leave behind,
Bombs rained down and destroyed him,
His wife, their house and land,
So I played my hand!
With a few golden trinkets and an envelope of notes,
I paid a sly soldier to turn his nose,
And we ran.
I'd rather be shot by a cameraman,
And labelled as a scavenger,
Than be shot by an AK 47,
And pronounced dead by a doctor,
Or just my neighbour.
Rowan Blair Colver