My Brother Ali Poem by Bill Wright

This was where our family lived,
We were all happy here, until
One day "bang" and the roof fell down,
Lots of dust, and noise and then still.

My brother Ali was playing outside,
Just by himself, out in the road,
I can't play with Ali any more,
Daddy says he is playing with God.

We now need a new place to live,
Somewhere safe for us to stay,
This is where we all come from,
And will not go too far away.

My head hurts, my clothes are dirty,
Why did all those bad men come
To our town with guns and bombs
And stop me and Ali having fun.

Daddy says it will be alright,
One day soon they will go away,
And we can come back to our old house
And I can go outside and play.

I hope God looks after brother Ali,
He is quite young, he's only ten
And maybe one day when I'm older,
I will get to meet Ali again.