His last breath --a child of the Holocaust poem

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   Dedicated to the 1.5 million innocent children who perished in the Holocaust. May your 'little dreams rise and fly'.

I writhe on the ground like a rat
You think I'm worth no more than that                                                   
As I twist and I turn in utter agony
At your lies and your hate and antagony
Why do you hurt me so? What have I done to you?
Why is it bad that I am a Jew?
I’m a child—that’s it, nothing more
Do I deserve to be forced to the floor?
My hair might be dark, my eyes might be brown
Does that mean I can be thrown to the ground?
Please don’t think of murder, I beg mercy to thee!
Put down your gun and repent to the King!
No! Don’t pull the trigger I’m too young to die!
You didn’t even let me say my last goodbye.
Little terrified heart, don’t stop your beating
Little horrified feet, don’t stop your stepping
When we make there, to the throne of God
I promise there’ll be nothing wrong
Where pain is just a memory
And there’s no such thing as penury
Where I can run and jump and play
My little happy feet away
Where my young heart will never die
And my little dreams can rise and fly



 Photo credit to Nova Online

Comments

  1. AnonymousOctober 26, 2016 at 7:54 AM

    For not being a emotional person its surprising that I nearly cried. Great job, I really felt connected in a way I don't usually connect to things like this. Again amazing job.

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  2. Chloe CoreyOctober 26, 2016 at 2:07 PM

    OH MY 'LANTA! That is so sad! Why do you have to be so Dark! Great job, though!

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  3. UnknownOctober 26, 2016 at 9:27 PM

    I honestly have no words to describe my feelings for this poem it's so emotionally beautiful (not sure that makes any sense)

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    1. Hannah CoreyOctober 27, 2016 at 12:30 PM

      It makes complete sense to me. I am glad that you liked it.

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  4. Allis MacOctober 27, 2016 at 6:36 AM

    So much emotion happening. I love it. Do MORE!!!

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  5. Noah PinsonOctober 27, 2016 at 2:57 PM

    Great job Hannah! Your an amazing poet!

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