The Victim
Francis Duggan Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old Jewish man said 'no' Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through. A silence fell o'er one and all across the club room floor And in his presence 'Holocaust' not mentioned any more We had amongst us in the flesh one who had lived through hell But i wish that he could have spoke of sufferings he could tell. Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me with one wave of his hand A silence fell o'er one and all how could we understand? The agony he had been through, the torture and the pain We did not mention 'Holocaust' no not to him again. My heart went to that Jewish man who sought no sympathy He wanted to block out his past as a bad memory Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me and little else he said But i could picture living soul whose thoughts were with the dead. That night i did not sleep too well i had recurring dream I watched the hungry slowly die, i heard the tortured scream I saw a gray haired jewish man the sorrow on his face And i was in another time a dark and a sadder place. I woke and when i went to sleep the dream returned to me Of Jewish man with tragic past who sought no sympathy I see a young man in his prime with a hunger wasted frame With numbers branded on his hand 'they'd robbed him of his name'. Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old jewish man said 'no' Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through. |
SS Demons
Terence George Craddock I artist razor at throat painted a canvas life crime I artist fish hooks in flesh wrote a Holocaust Files. Why is it popularist history remembers only half... 12 million killed, tortured enslaved by vile sub-human SS demons during World War II? |
I Looked Out at Life with Holocaust Eyes
Alan Freshman I looked out at life with Holocaust eyes And what better did I know that I had been looking through the lens of guilt and affliction, Seeing life amiss and askew through my Holocaust guilt, This fatal flaw was burning in my eyes and how it lay siege to my Jewish heart, A Greek tragedy in the making all of these years, The guilt rose from deeply sealed vaults inside my Jewish eyes and heart, I could not help but see life through my Holocaust eyes, Until these Holocaust pangs smoldered and burned its acrid smoke in my eye sockets, I peeled away its painful gauze and ace bandages, My eyes had once lamented over the Holocaust afflictions, But now I could see with clarion eyes and feel anew with my Jewish heart by virtue of Holocaust healing balm, As it clarified the lens, fluid and muscles of my eyes, And now this healing balm paved a shimmering path within me, For my Jewish heart to emerge and then shine its splendor outwards on straight and forward path of life. |
The Holocaust
Russell Campbell Work all day, cry all night blood has shed, keep up the fight the holocaust has just begun, but the fight is not yet done |
The Butterfly
Unknown The last, the very last, So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow. Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing against a white stone. Such, such a yellow Is carried lightly way up high. It went away I'm sure because it wished to kiss the world good-bye. For seven weeks I've lived in here, Penned up inside this ghetto. But I have found what I love here. The dandelions call to me And the white chestnut branches in the court. Only I never saw another butterfly. That butterfly was the last one. Butterflies don't live here, in the ghetto. |
Terezín
Unknown The heaviest wheel rolls across our foreheads To bury itself deep somewhere inside our memories. We've suffered here more than enough, Here in this clot of grief and shame, Wanting a badge of blindness To be a proof for their own children. A fourth year of waiting, like standing above a swamp From which any moment might gush forth a spring. Meanwhile, the rivers flow another way, Another way, Not letting you die, not letting you live. And the cannons don't scream and the guns don't bark And you don't see blood here. Nothing, only silent hunger. Children steal the bread here and ask and ask and ask And all would wish to sleep, keep silent, and just go to sleep again... The heaviest wheel rolls across our foreheads To bury itself deep somewhere inside our memories. |
My Holocaust
Abby Rose My head swirls My ears ring You say i'm going to live When i know i'm going to leave This is my life in the Holocaust Where i watched so many die While i tried to my family alive The man i love Was treated like a thug Beaten and flung But still he humed This is the Holocaust Where people fought Who would of thought That we would all be lost We all tried to servive Just to see the light But it only makes me want to fight To try to get back my free life With each hit The seed grows Until it almost overflows I saw all my friends die And i think i'm going to cry So i look at the sky Then i see your blue eyes You wrap me in your arms While you sing our song You say i shouldnt give them anything Not even my fear You call me your Krasivaya While you kissed my neck I swore not to cry How did i end up in the arms of a boy i barely knew While i wished i'd never lose you to So you whispered look at me I'll see you siin So just think about that Just think about me Because i'll be there. |
Darkest Days
Joyce Hemsley The traumatic Holocaust of World War Two caused mass murder of Jewish society. God's children ~ neglected, rejected suffering great crime against humanity. Thousands of victims, pale with fear regretted the hour and day they were born. From one hell to another they were led... sharp was the thorn of history's cold morn. To heaven they prayed, each man and maid as from weary eyes, teardrops fell. And deep down in their hearts they knew a flame was near, with the force of a gale. Weeping, wheezing ~ the last farewell, drifting on smoky breeze, wording obscured. The smell of gas came seeping through as the Holocaust inferno ended their world. |
Grain of Salt
Dillon Gay Deep sun-gaze, holes in her eyes Water-logged theory, light to the flies Dying relief, soon to scurry My soul is burning, pass in a hurry Week four is done, time to start over Heavy glow staining, playing red-rover Of everything I thought could be Rolling in the sky, pouring the sea Explain every ending of this holocaust Genocide never had any thought But to the one created here today Lighting the door to a better way Flying kite, calming wind Picking from a tree, original sin Driving force, kick the door in Contemplate mercy, the could've been Month closes, end of cycle Failed punchline, creatures cackle Nails dulled down to a crisp Nothing could've amounted to all of this Explain every ending of this holocaust Charity never had any fault But the one created here to day Lighting the door to a better way Shrouded faces, unending drama Barren wasteland, neutered llama Wind-carried echoes, rustling trees Night-owl hunts, early-bird sleeps Critic climax, the unending Missed call, message sending Drying supply from a fountain Blowing wind against a toppling mountain Explain every ending of this revival Charity never had any call But the one created here today Lighting the door to a better way |
Frozen Moments
Daniel Richards As I sit here separated, but together Drowning behind the embers of bridges broken\burning of old Thinking of all the good thing and bad thing I’ve done, I see glimpse’s of the future And they confirm suspicions Of the holocaust too come The rusty stitching of the tapestry, Which keeps the anger in, Is coming undone And the sun is in the east Its day again Even though the day is lost I see Two suns in the sunset I’m sitting whole in a pretense again Like the moment when the soul locks And the sound is stolen from your voice box Your fear stretches the frozen moments Part of you feels homeless in the skin you’re in All you hear are voices you never see the faces You feel broken and lost within As the heartbeats melt My tears evaporate Leaving only a shadow too defend I finally understand The feelings of a few Ashes and dust My foe and friend We are equal in the end As I sit here separated, but together Drowning behind the embers of bridges broken\burning of old Thinking of all the good thing and bad thing I’ve done, I see glimpse’s of the future And they confirm suspicions Of the holocaust too come |