Irma Jansci

Irma Jansci,

Now 81 years old

Your story left me ice cold

Born Hungarian, Only 9 years old

 

You met Hitler’s army

And your story unfold

Grew up in Hungary, rich spoilt child,

What was supposed to be your youth?

Turned out to be a war, so wild.

 

They took everything!

What was supposed to be for all?

Was now for Hitler’s Ball

You still remember,

 Your Mom fed Hitler’s men

You still remember,

They held a knife and count to ten!

 

Your worst memory was the day,

When Hitler’s men took your father away.

No food, no water, no light of day

Locked up in a concentration camp

The hunger tortured him to pray

He knew death was the only way

 

 

So much blood, so many death

So many knew that hell was a near breath

The screaming, the crying,

 the last words, of those who were dying.

 

 

Not fair to Irma Jansci, only 9 years old

Who saw so many amputations of young and old

What was supposed to be spring?

Turned out to be the Devil, the Evil thing!

 

 

 

The war had ended and Hitler’s gone

Irma and her Mom alone, but strong.

For a few years you had peace

Until the horrific Hungarian revolution unleashed

 

18 years old and needed a place to hide

Underneath the potato shed, you wished you rather had gone blind

The cruelty of war still fresh in your mind

All that animals, you remembered that night

All the raping, that sound of your friend’s unanswered plight

 

You had to run, no turning back

Your only salvation, a refugee camp

In an unknown country, you survived

With only memories, your youth deprived

 

December 2012 you shared your story with me

With tears in your eyes, I could feel your plea

Irma Jansci now 81 years old

I could not leave your story untold.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading her story.