The Community, Too weak too defeated,
Neighbors deprived of joy,
Deprived of hope,
Of confidence.
Then came Ghettos of destructive flames and fire,
Reassuring the rumors of our tragic fate.
Anxious children burned, slaughtered, and gassed.
Children turning into ashes.
The barbed wire,
The tensions,
The terror,
The ghetto,
This is my grave.
This is the grave of defeated Jews,
And defeated children.
Together, we are stuck.
Together we are brave.
Together, our wounded minds may heal.
Separated, misery and decay overcome us
bringing out the cowardice inside.
The hope of healing our wounded minds burned through us,
Through our despair,
The flame inside us desiring healing,
Burned brighter than the flames of the children's graves.
Why had god betrayed us?
What did we do wrong?
Are you there God?
Malaysia-
ReplyDeleteyour poem was very powerful. The words were very well chosen and thought out. I enjoyed reading it.
Malaysia,
ReplyDeleteYour poem is so passionate, while also powerful and intriguing. I'm stunned by the emotion and effort you contributed to this.