This is a shout, a call, for all those whose voices have been ripped away from them, a lullaby to those whose peace has been stolen, a compensation to those whose dreams were killed. This is an ode to the victims of the Holocaust. We will not forget.
A pretty word for how you
tore apart families,
divided lovers
and separated children from their parents.
Kristallnacht
A pretty word for how you
bruised bodies
crushed bones
and shredded all hope
Kristallnacht
A pretty word for how you
butchered children
engulfed souls
and burnt all determination to ashes
Kristallnacht
A word that reminds me of
twinkling jewels
and midnight stargazing
now I don't know if
I'll ever see those things again.
Kristallnacht
A pretty word
for a terrible deed.
Kristallnacht
But a bad gift in pretty wrapping
is still a bad gift, right?
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
