Copyright © 2012 Fifty3dreams
This was a piece of work I wrote recently. I'm not very good at poems but I felt the need to share this one. I've been studying the Holocaust at school and I usually get very upset about it. This poem is the effect of the holocaust on me.
This Sad Lullaby
“Camp 143, are being called for showers”
I swallow the rock in my throat
I remember Mama, “Don’t be a coward”
I think of home, but it’s merely a thought
This sad lullaby is one for the pounding in your heart
These words are for your anxious family
I sing of sorrow, as your world breaks apart
I’ll sing of sorrow. I’ll sing you to safety
There are tears of fear in my eyes that sting
The terrible rumours are true, no doubt
I know what this last day will bring
As Killers push me forward I listen to their shout
This sad lullaby is dedicated solely to you
These tears are for your terrible fate
This anger is for the people that knew
The strong repulse is for the man we hate
We march silent to the Tower
The murderous chambers of Gas
I dare not cry or cower
I see no expression on the faces I pass
This sad lullaby is one for your burning heart
This ache is for the pain they caused
This fury is for the fate they deserve
This smile is for the love I send to you.
Okay, so sorry for the bad rhymes and the strangeness overall. Hope you like it
B x
