That day I wondered: were we wrong to flee?
Unfriendly people mocking, spitting names,
Foul-mouthed men running, playing mindless games,
Bad women, flaunting flesh, and far too free.
What will the future for my daughter be?
Will she respect great Allah as she claims?
Or will she take a bearing that inflames
Her father’s fears? Bad tidings I foresee.
We walked on singing sands the other day,
And saw the lucky people playing ball,
As sun sank slowly into sparkling surf,
We had no fear of bombs, no fear at all.
Dad’s worried, but Australia says: ‘fair go’
And keeps us safe. That’s all I need to know.