Poem:
In the beginning there was faith—which is childish; trust—which
is vain; and illusion—which is dangerous,
Fire! The Fire!
Auschwitz… nobody had ever heard that name.
The death of God in the soul of a child who suddenly faces absolute evil,
Flames that consumed faith,
From dreams to ashes,
Death of God and soul,
Deprivation of the desire to live.
Muster your strength,
And keep your faith.
What are you my God,
Why do you go on troubling these poor people's
wounded minds, their ailing bodies?
I have faith in the Jewish people,
In Israel,
Let it be given a chance,
And those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow.
Jack,
ReplyDeleteI thought it was interesting how you used the idea of faith in your poem. You wrote in a way that gives people something to think about. I think your poem was really powerful
~Dana
Jack,
ReplyDeleteThe beginning of you poem outlined the illution that Elie saw as faith and how everyones blind trust in god is something that was questioned amazingly well. Also, the last line of your poem really sends the message that we need to kill the weed when it is small, and the longer we stay silent about these problems the harder they are to stop or control.