If in my lifetime I was to write only one book this would be the one
Why did I write it?
A legacy of words
To help prevent history from repeating itself
Was it simply to preserve a record
I don’t know how I survived
I did nothing to save myself
“What do you expect that’s war?”
Days went by. Then weeks then months
You cannot understand
There was nothing. Only the darkness of night.
Turned into ashes
We stood stunned, petrified
You’re heading for the crematorium
Could this be a nightmare? An unimaginable nightmare.
Children thrown into flames
All this could not be real
Was I awake?
I felt anger rising within me
Master of the universe
What was there to thank him for
I succeed in coming back
I am alone
No one is listening to me
Your poem is really good. I like how you started it off with how that people need to write and learn about history, no matter how painful, to prevent history from repeating itself. It is really sad how people no matter how many victims tell them about an issue they refuse to believe there's a problem.
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