I know that the barbarians search for me
I am submitting on behalf of my 12 year old son, Rohan Mathews. Rohan has written the following poem.
I am alone.
I used to proudly parade the deep lush forests, the beauty of the land.
I walked with family the ones who were close to me, the ones who I loved, but that all changed…
I walk the plains alone, my stomach aching with hunger, fearful that they will come back.
Those people, stealing all the food, burning the forests and killing my family.
My herd was cut down, I ran and I ran from the painful, sharp cracks echoing in the distance and one by one my family fell.
I felt the sadness and utter hatred as I ran from the bangs and the crying of my family.
My mother, my father, my siblings brought to the ground with no remorse, their skin removed.
The people wore the very fur that was once proudly gleaming on my family, my family reduced to cold carcasses lying on the cold hard floor.
I know that the barbarians search for me, wearing the skin of my own mother, father, brother and sister.
I now roam the wilderness alone frightened, my red fur corrupted and my ribs sticking out, I’m scared that those sadistic things will come back for me.
I am a red deer and I am the last of my kind I live a life of limping in the cold barren landscape searching for the food that deep down I know will never come…
Rohan Mathews, aged 12
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