Tragic Life
TRAGIC LIFE / TRAGIC DEATH ~
A Holocaust Story
The odds were stacked against us
With hearts that beat so strong
Our only crime was loving God
Please tell me how that's wrong
The soldiers beat the wooden door
As my mom began to cry
I've never seen my dad so scared
And I wasn't sure just why
We ran fast, and then we hid
For I know it seemed like years
We carried with us nothing
Except paralyzing fears
The soldiers, when they found us
They screamed "We found the Jews"
We knew we couldn't fight
If we did, we'd only lose
They took us to a place
The place was called "the camp"
We were each assigned a number
Which on our arms was stamped
My mother and my father
Both grew very thin
They soon became just a shell
Of who they once had been
And then one day I lost them
To a room suffused with gas
They took most of my people
And murdered them in mass
Millions of the chosen lives
Senselessly were lost
At the hands of one called Hitler
And the tragic HOLOCAUST!!
By: Kiki Weber-Suarez
December 1, 2016
Copyright © Kiki Weber-Suarez | Year Posted 2016
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