To the girl with clouds on her ceiling, And to the girl with belly-dancing medals pinned on her wall And to the boy with a gamer chair and fluorescent-green lights And to the boy with the bunk bed And to the girl with a plain white wall. I am terrified for you I'm sorry, That I only thought of you When your land has climbed the top reads of Wikipedia When your nation is the hot topic of our dining table When your country has lent its colours To the sky. I do not remember your name Or that dialogue between our schools I'm only left hunting for those Accidentally-deleted pictures, Left staring at those blurred-missing pictures Hoping, I do not find you in the cloudless bunker pictures In our ash black and maggot white newspaper, Hoping you don't wake up to the mad sirens, Hoping all of this is…