HolocaustA Poem by Raven WilsonI know this tends to be a widely overdone topic. But I just reread my favorite Holocaust book, and it inspired me.
Hunger, Thirst, Illness.
I am surrounded. There is such a thing as the living dead. Zombies. Suffering to survive with no promise that if we don't go hungry we'll ever stay alive. Will they ever stop killing us? Us the 'Judenrat'. Will they ever stop stealing! our lives, our faith, our hope, our-- Will I ever stop screaming in the night? Will i ever stop seeing my brothers die --everyone gone before my eyes. Will I ever see food again. Will i ever drink cold, clear water. I do not hate the Germans-- I hate the Nazis I have been beaten, raped, and tortured. Blue numbers glare at me everywhere --I have none. I have brown hair. I have brown eyes. I am Jewish. Judaism may be my demise. No heat. No clothes. No food. No home. I do not hate the Germans-- I hate the Nazis. No brothers. No father. My mother is ill. No sister. No uncle. I doubt she'll live. No aunt. No cousins. maybe we'll all die. Dysentery. Typhus. ravages us all. Typhoid. Disease. no cures. I do not hate the Germans-- I hate the Nazis. I am Jewish-- Will I survive? © 2010 Raven WilsonAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on May 4, 2010 Last Updated on May 4, 2010 AuthorRaven Wilson~~, NYAboutMy name is Raven, I currently reside in a very obscure little town near the Canadian border in New York. At this moment I am eighteen years of age. My favorite topics deal with heartbreak, pain, loss,.. more..Writing
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