Poetry Centre

Connecting: 50p to spare her

  • A girl named Zarina
    Lives in Africa alone
    No one knows her but me
    So now I’ll write of her to all

    Guns were fired
    And seeds were her food
    Child soldier was she
    But a victim, to me

    Her parents died
    Her sisters killed
    No one’s heard of her but me

    No one

     

    At all

     

    50p is enough
    You could have saved her from war
    It’s too late,
    And for thousands more

    A girl named Zarina
    lies in Africa alone
    Great grandpa found her
    Blood smudged fingers and all

    by Aska Matsunaga (Wychwood School) (First Prize)