Survivors Poem by Abderrahmane Dakir

We were terrified to stay,
We were afraid to go away.

We decided to take a dangerous trip,
We were crammed on the old ship.

I still remember,
In the summer weather,
We held hands together,

The boat began to sink,
The water was the first we drank.

My friends drowned right before my eyes,
Only God heard our cries and our prayers.

They were children so fresh,
Let the fish eat our flesh.



My struggle isn't over,
To find a safe place even colder,
That conflict that made me older.

Let me give you an award,
For your radar or your guard,
That helped us to reach that land,
Even we were thousand,
And only hundred survived.