Fate

Fate

Summers of the midforties.
Keeping everyone on ends,
was the Blitz Krieg’s fury.

The concentration camps
that Nazis reign,
Had David who grounded in Spain.
Roaming in that Long gown,
But his eyes never frowned.

Amidst these days of pain,
On one midnight hour,
Bevy in the camp resorted to guns,
And the rampage for the freedom had begun.

Seeing this chaos,
David seize the opportunity,
And started his flight, 
To meet his destiny.

Disguising in the dark shadows.
Strolling towards west,
Expedition he started,
With sundial and the malt bread.

Kissing the fields of 
Sadistic generals,
And the rape of innocence,
Through macabre he witnessed.

Reaching the fringes,
Hee crossed the fence.
And his timeless journey,
Thus came to an end.

Militia around him,
Welcomed him to the land.
He waited  all these days, 
To breathe in his own land.

Hearing the sound of the gun,
Which seemed to be an angel,
And this one bullet ,
Scripted his fate .

The short range magnum,
pierced his skin,
And his feeble knees ,
Started sinking in.

The last breathe he sighed,
With smile he embraced,
Seeking tranquility,
In the laps of his motherland .

Reviews

[roy mccarthy]

great write,
powerful from beginning to end!

[☯]

Very sensitive and deep poem. The concentration camps were horrible for thousands of millions. This poem has both hope and bravery tied into it. It's strong-hearted and tells the story of one who has suffered and the millions that were kept in place. I liked the last two lines the most:
"Seeking tranquility,
In the laps of his motherland."
Very deep, and intriguing. Great write :)

[TheUnforgivinFallenAnge..]

Provoking yet interesting. I like.

[Norma M Sutton]

Thought provoking.