Olivia
Take a good long look.
Green grass and blue skies.
Why am I here?
Why did we have to go?
Where are my friends mom says aren’t real.
Tall stone building.
Barbed wire fences.
What is this place?
What have I come to?
Why am I here?
Blue paisley dress as I see her on the wall.
Twelve beds lined up with girls near every one.
Where have all the children gone?
These girls are here
But aren’t really.
They say they see it.
Of which I did not know.
But now I see, staring back at me
Through the air in goes.
I can see the kite flying.