A Refugee

BOOM,
CRASH,
The sound of bombing outside,
As the gunfire became louder,
The fighting creeped closer,
Defeated,
Humiliated,
We ran away,
Forced to another country,
Where we became strangers,
It’s uneasy,
You wouldn’t know,
Everything,
Gone,
Lost upon flames,
Of rage and defeat.
Excited,
Yet in unrealisation,
Their culture isn’t the same,
Socialising was hard,
I didn’t understand,
Australia was different,
Not like I expected.
Many days,
I just looked in,
Hoping to play,
A strange game they called,
Tennis,
I asked a man,
He thought me how,
He let me in as one of his own,
We became close,
Like father and son,
It was his act of kindness,
That took me in,
Helped me,
To help others,
Others,
Like me.