Children of the Holocaust
Children Of The Holocaust
There are butterflies in heaven;
With numbers tattooed on their arm.
Dancing in the gentle breeze;
Free from Hitler’s death farm.
Little Jewish children;
Who knew their lives would end;
Carved butterflies in Auschwitz;
Predicting their spirits would transcend.
What could butterflies have ever done;
To deserve such a cruel fate?
For Nazi soldiers to kill them;
Out of prejudice and hate.
Such suffering for any child;
Oh how my heart cries!
For the smallest victims of holocaust;
And beautiful butterflies.
Darlene Doll Smith
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
