Looking back! I remember
a child, with gasmask and dreams
on a train filled with strangers,
so many fears, formed by speech
where I lived, fear was the norm.

Seeing the young boys in uniforms
marching against fascism
this maniac who wanted the world.

Split from family with two young brothers
I was the adult,
“look after them” my mother said,
Now seventy years on, nothing has changed,
“peace”is just a word.