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Two of Twelve

Ten remain hidden, two thousand years lost. 

Two struck down by bullet, gas, and flame; the ghetto stage one. 
Six million perished before the world ended this crooked crime
Remanent of those lost rose like the cedar in Lebanon, Ezekiel knew best
Twas God who gave men courage; they fought such tyranny, such hate
Twelve mourned for a season while two given back old land
North and south, east, west flock to come home, a great exodus at hand
Two now settled, secure where they stay; diligently searching for those...

Ten remain hidden, two thousand years lost.


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Tears Of Atonement

She watched the towers fall to earth that pristine, young fall morn.
She saw the skies so clear and blue and then the clear was gone.
As horror filled her inner soul; her heart and mind were lead.
The towers crumbled one by one . . and everyone was dead.

Harsh sobs came forth from deep inside, but still her face was dry.
More sadness than a tear could bear; her eyes refused to cry.
She prayed to God: then called Him out. She begged Him intervene.
As all the while the horror grew, with each new ghastly scene.

The day wore on becoming night: grey ash and twisted steel.
So much to work through in her mind; how could this all be real?
"You need to cry", she spoke aloud; you need assuage your soul.
You need to sob: make peace with God, if your faith's to remain whole”.

Yet still the tears refused to come, denied her all relief.
It seemed that tears could not begin to lessen untold grief.
Then came a truth from deep inside, meant for her . . and me.
“If you could cry for what you've seen, you'd overflow each sea”.

“If tears would pay for all the pain that man has caused to man;
Salt lakes would one day cover, what was once earth's arid land.
Could tears atone for every lesser creature man's abused,
More water from the eyes would flow, than earth could ever use”.

“Tears surely meant to bathe this sphere, like soft and healing rain;
The air and soil and streams befouled for mankind's worldly gain.
Why earth would be a pale blue orb . . a landless, liquid ball.
Could tears atone for man's misdeeds; no earth would show at all”.


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A series of troubling times

The black skies poured outside, the walls that kept me in, felt safer than ever. Every day, I stand here and wonder “why is the world like this?” The grueling discrimination over us, just because we are Jews, the hatred and disgust, they all send me into a ball: flying through the air, with the tears strolling behind me. 
Here I am, sitting in the corner, taking in my own thoughts all as I take the day away. All a sudden, I hear footsteps, coming up the wooden staircase; these aren’t the normal ones though, that is quiet as a mouse. These ones…they were different, they sounded like heavy leather boots pounding the floorboard. The screams of a thousand souls filled through the air, my heart was throbbing, and I knew who it was. The Nazis has found us, but how though? We have never been out past eight, if were the worst possible things would happen. A deep voice yells “You bloody Jews! You do not deserve to live!” I rush into the middle part of the attic, an evil man, drags my mother out the door. I run toward her, faster and faster, but then I’m grabbed from behind. I kick and squirm, but it is no use…I have been captured. The genocide, pointed toward the Jewish has come to extravagant measures, murdering off our population. One by one, we perish into the deepest despairs. Adolf Hitler, the one who made this all happen, has turned everyone against us. My friends, teachers and just plain old passer byers on the streets…all of them. Every day, while I am in hiding, I think about how it was when I was just a normal child, when I could play with my friends on the streets and not see the rising of Nazi flags. I haven’t seen daylight ever since I was about eight years old, what a wonderful sight it was!


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A series of troubling times part 3

I can’t though; if even a peep comes out of my mouth I risk the lives of the others even before we get to the concentration camps.
August 6 1944
The days and nights pass in a matter of what seems seconds, one blink is morning the other it is the mystical night. Where I’m going though, the sun doesn’t shine to keep the warmth on my skin, only to give the light needed to commit more murderous practices. The stars disappear; as do we .I pray every night to the heavens that I can survive what is to come but sometimes it seems almost impossible. I hear the screams from a distance; this wasn’t what I was used to. These were from pure agonizing pain, but the laughs appear from the enjoyment of others peoples suffering. We were here…About 20 meters north I saw a barbed wire fence that read “Auschwitz”, the reading of the name sent chills down my spine. I have heard of this place before, this is where my life will be on the line. There is one thing I must remember, whatever happens I must stay strong. That is the only way I will have a chance to survive this monstrosity.  



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A series of troubling times part 2

This society has turned into a dark, cold world. Where nobody was accepted for who they are, only by the religion they have possessed. I remember, from a long time ago my momma told me that “He is not who is judged by the religion they were born into, but the character they have chosen to worship.” That quote, kept on swirling in my head it has overturned me. Even though, I was on death row, those words have given me hope. Many relatives have been lost over the holocaust, the emotions run free in my heart, and they have been murdered for something they cannot change or help. It’s my turn, to go against this evil practice.
                                                                                                                     August 5.1944
I have just opened my eyes; I see all of the faces of those who have been captured. We have been on a train for who knows how long, judging by the sliver of daylight peeking through the hole, it has to close to evening. The roars of wheels racing on the tracks, made the views beside us pass in a blur. I look all around, my eyes show how much I want to scream