Holocaust Remembrance

Can you imagine a life of daily pain?; Where nothing was right and you had nothing to gain.

For one young boy that’s how life was run.

There was no joy and there was no fun.

When this life of dreariness began, this boy was but 14, not even a young man.

It all began when the Germans arrived.

Their numbers had grown and their powers had thrived.

This boy and his family were told that the front was coming near.

The Germans promised to keep them safe and to have no fear.

Masses of people were shipped out each day.

Where they were going, the Germans would not say.

Families, like this boy’s, were split by troops; separated by males and females into groups.

Many of which were sent to die.

Nobody understood this and nobody knew why.

Others, however, were sent to a camp; forced to wear rags and the floor was always damp.

Because everyday was unclear and dim, life for this boy was extremely rough for him.

He had little to drink and almost nothing to eat.

He was as thin as a bone and as white as a sheet.

He was forced to march with a frostbitten foot, over gravel and rock, and covered in soot.

He had seen people beaten, shot, hung, and burned; and through it all there was one thing he had learned…

He finally realized that there was no God; For if there were, people would not be burned or beaten with a metal rod.

Amazingly enough, this young boy survived the holocaust.

However, though his was not taken, many other lives were lost.

— -This poem was inspired by a Holocaust survivor, which wishes to remain anonymous at this time. — —