Year Ten's poetry...

Lybia - for something more.

Lybia, stuck in civil war,
It needs to change from how it was before,
NATO has joined in the fight,
Bombing government troops with their great might;
Is this a fight for freedom, or a fight for oil?
Either way, it will end in turmoil.
Their government's trying to oppress,
Gadaffi is the bad guy, something he must confess.

The rebels fight because they want peace,
Beacause the government's trying to keep them on a leash.
Fighting for their mother, wife and child,
For protesting, they may have been trialled.
More government troops, the rebels in dismay,
NATO bombs, oh wahey!

Are they fighting because us they adore?
Or are they really fighting for something more?

By Mansuraj G

Sad and Sorrow

The sad and the sorrow runs through deep
I weep and weep as I chimney sweep,
Dreaming about fighting for freedom together,
But I've lost my parents to the church forever.

My eyes wandering looking at the sky,
realisng the truth for the end being nigh,
Being alive is all I regret,
Even though I am living in death.

By Tapiwa K

I am the hatred against your sexuality, religion and race,
I will discriminate you because of the colour of your face.
I don't care if I'm making you angry or sad,
Because not associating with you makes me glad.

I will have people telling you how to live your life,
make sure you don't turn gay and get a husband or wife.
I'd hurt you, physically and mentally, I'd abuse you,
I'd treat you like the dirt on my shoe.

You have no freedom, not allowed to speak,
Because if you're not like me, you're a freak!
If we don't look the same, haven't got the same colour of face
I will hate you because of your sexuality, religion and race!

By Olivia B

As I'm made to work long hours per day,
A bowl of rice is my only pay
Stitching away, my fingers hurt
Smelling of sweat and covered in dirt.

A day will come when I'll be free
Knowing the rights, I will see
Looking at the past, I will weep
Thinking of the pain, I'll be thinking deep.

Light light freedom is here
Police are here, I have nothing to fear
Packing my bags I'll think of memories
Dropping tears, the past, I will reminisce.

By Leban J