“Away”
Hands outstretched,
Searching for comfort.
Her cries resound in the air,
Full of pain and hurt.
Tears fall down my face,
As they take her son,
Shouting warnings,
Threats of a gun.
A star is on her shirt
Yellow with a word untrue
A spotlight in a dark night
Labelling her a Jew.
His words echo in my tiny ears
“Gib dein kind her!”
They flow like poison from his mouth,
Venomous and bitter.
His face is a straight line,
Void of any feeling.
But his hands on me are cold,
Numb to my squealing.
Yet as he pulls me away,
My mother left on the floor,
I give one last glance,
Knowing I won’t see her anymore.
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So this poem was actually a school assignment for the Holocaust. It is a memorial and it is based on a picture drawn by a child living in the Ghettos. I'll post the picture to the right in a little while.
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