A poem by Zuzanna Snioszek, age 16, St Oliver’s Community College, Co Louth
I had a little house,
Its foundations scattered across the plot.
The demolition it went through like a sword stabbing through my chest.
I knew that it wouldn’t pick itself up.
So I had to do it myself.
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