Writting

Fear

Today the ghetto knows a different fear,Close in its grip, Death wields an icy scythe.An evil sickness spreads a terror in its wake,The victims of its shadow weep and writhe.Today a father's heartbeat tells his frightAnd mothers bend their heads into their hands.Now children choke and die with typhus here,A bitter tax is taken from their bands.My heart still beats inside my breastWhile friends depart for other worlds.Perhaps it's better – who can say? –Than watching this, to die today?No, no, my God, we want to live!Not watch our numbers melt away.We want to have a better world,We want to work – we must not die!