I am a child of the holocaust
I suffer for my belief
I am a child of the holocaust
I live my life in grief
I have heard rumors of the showers
Nobody who goes comes back alive
But when I asked what happened
I was told that they all got sick and died
My family is gone
My sister and I are the only ones left
I hope that we will live through this
I’m not ready to take my last breathe
Why can’t others realize that we aren’t all the same
That no matter what our beliefs
Still we all feel pain
I cry every single night
Wishing that this was all just a dream
But it’s not, I’m living a nightmare
My family is never again to be seen
They took my sister for a shower this morning
And told me she would be back soon
But after an hour passed I felt a sense of doom
I went to the man who had taken her
And asked if she was coming back
But all he gave me for an answer was a wild laugh
At dinner time
I saw my sisters friend and asked her if she had seen her
But my sisters friend cried
Telling me my sister had died
That the showers were really just a gas chamber
The next day the same man came for me
Saying it was time for a shower
I told him that I wasn’t going to go
But he said that I couldn’t say no
That it was time to join my sister
He grabbed my wrist
Gave it a twist
And made me follow after
They gave me soap
But I knew it was a joke
That I wouldn’t be taking a shower
So I tried to hold my breathe
But I was taken by death
These horrible people were just given way too much power
2007-05-27
10:09:38
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I wrote this poem for english class
2007-05-27
10:43:01 ·
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