Pleading with a Whisper
(About the Holocaust)
By: Emily Kroeger
He begs of me to leave him.
Barley a whisper.
What can I do?
He lies here, begging me to let him die.
Barley a whisper.
What can I do?
Leave him to die?
Barley a whisper.
Leave him to be sent to a grave not worthy of him?
Barley a whisper.
No! Never!
He’s my father!
Barley a whisper.
Father!
Father!
Oh my dear father,
Barley a whisper.
I say through blurred eyes and unsteady voice,
Come, father, come,
Do not give into death.
Those lying around you have already seen heavens depths.
Barley a whisper.
Come father,
I will not let you fade away like a whisper in the wind.
You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright,
that it was just a symbol,
a yellow piece of cloth.
Nothing was going to happen,
Yeah. Right.
Tell this to me now,
look me in the eye.
I know you can’t.
It’s been a long time
since yellow was just a color
and our star was just a shape.
They need no excuse to be violent.
They do that all on their own.
You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright.
Well look where we are now.
This poem is written in response to a section from Elie Wiesel's Holocaust memoir Night.
White steeds drew me closer
To my new home, sae very dear
The great stone castle came in view
The soldiers their brass horn blew
I stepped out all dressed in white
Ae bonnie princess of medium height
My dark eyes took the weaponry room
As I was led inside by my groom
He took me gently to the green chamber
Sae lovely, I still remember
The maids helped me settle down
Biding for the promised night in a shimmery gown
As evening advanced, my heart flutter’d
And nature spirits around me mutter’d
But alas the groom ne’er came
Black knights emerged in his name
Ae sword of silver touched my breast
Blood poured down over his vest
My lifeless body was dragged along
The stairs that were oh sae long
My soul watched in silent anguish
Ae vanishing dream that I wanted to cherish
They tried to wash away the bloodstains
Unaware, they would always remain
And today as I float amid these darkened halls
And sing my tunefu’ music thru the walls
Ae chilling breeze keeps me company
But my heart longs for a revenge on past villainy
Dedicated to my Highland friend, James Fraser
My Dearest Carlotta,
my beloved inamorata,
you must be back in Austria,
far away from this dilemma.
I was an Austrian prince.
I let Napoleon convince
myself of greatness.
As an emperor and empress,
we would make great progress.
When you took my hand,
we had a great land.
Believing it all
I ignored his recall.
It led to our downfall.
I was merely a puppet on a string
controlled by a faraway king.
We possessed a title with our name.
However, in lieu of fame,
I have brought us shame.
Little did I know
at the town of Queretaro,
there would be an ignominious defeat
in the searing summer heat.
All my forces crumbled.
I am now in a small cell humbled.
Please hear my plea.
Please forgive me
for my gullibility.
I could not foresee
this fall into ignobility.
We have parted
leaving me broken hearted.
History must take its course.
Juarez shows no remorse.
I now await my demise
at tomorrow’s sunrise.
Your loving husband,
Maximilian
It has taken too long to look into the mirror
ten years to really see what lies within
the pictures began to haunt me
A spirit had come over me
to show me the way off the dirt road
leading me up mountains
Where my name echoes
like music
my face shines bright as the sun
Tears well up
drowning all that I once was ashamed of
fill me with a new pride
Yesterday is no more
all that I once for
remains in the ashes
today is a new day
private function for soul mates and the pope
perceptions of the worlds imperfections have taken their toll
my own voodoo queen a personal jesus
saints of luck and time
The pope who exercised the last
made me flee my home
the game of life
setting up the future so ican be reborn
soulmate calls me by my name
pope calls out the demon
doing this for my brother
three families to be reborn for the occasion
preparing themselves to find their own answers
for the onslaught that may occur
a voice told me to go find myself
walking in circles reaching out
latent powers of this will work under rug swept
swimming the english channel
so you can win your own lottery
but as i walk on this muddy water
what have you done for me lately
god's plan
He told me once he loves me,
He told me that I am the only thing in this world,
He told me once he wants a family with me,
He told me once we will be married,
He promised to give me the world,
He promised me he'll always be there with me, no matter what
He promised that he'll be there for ever,
He promised me that if I am loyal and hold on on him,
He will never leave me or loose me,
Guess what all of these years?
He LIED to me,
He betray me,
He never trusted me,like he said he does
He wasn't always there for me,
When I was sad and lonely,
He walked away, never looked into my heart or eyes
He used to wiped my tears away,
But now all he does is lie and betray me,
He is forcing me to break-up with him,
He does anything he can to break my heart,
He uses me to get what he wants,
We used to be best-friends,
And now we are nothing,
He knew thats the only friend,
I got it was him who I trust and loved,
The image I had of him when I first saw him,
Its gone, the only thing I see is broken pieces of my heart,
Laying down on the crusty old floor,
I image US to grow old togather and never apart.
Lost in a memory
of times long lost
Now the memory
holds me prisoner
trapped n time
Reminding me of youth
a time of flight
when imaginations soared
when heights held no limit
Blessed is the lamb led to the slaughter
-Eager smiles, cold visage
-I give truth to your mirage
-You have a golden ticket
-You have a chance to make your way
-A windowless room, I leave you there to pray
Worker ant is disposable
-The doors are fastened shut
-A lock you'll never cut
-The queen reeks of profit margins
-The triangle is ablaze
-Your endless numbered days
Surrender your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
-Give me your tired
-Perishable by fire
-Illiterates can’t read the fine print
-Give me your poor
-too dead to keep score
And I will pretend
The queen who is my friend
Had no idea why the front doors were locked
And the room had no windows
And I will defend
To uncertain ends
There but for the grace of God goes Me
In empathy for the worker, and the queen
What will they say,
what about the past,
no travelling, so they say,
where are the clouds, what is left
of time, nothing more was heard.
We say we are alive,
the ocean got its tide, as they call it,
which does not want to miss the beach.
What shall I say about my life?
Was everything a fatamorgana,
a grace of a blind man,
who can see me with his eyes?
An endless silence had set in,
with my face came a second,
melted as if it was rain,
over alleys and houses,
scorched with a red gleam
a cloud is wandering.
Carry my picture from the town,
teach me to dance.
When I write this moon on my eyes
Who will read?
In what language will you discover
Your surprise
At the boundary of words
Babel high between you and I?
My moon is my only representation
Of what I believe
The full value of my understanding
Of rising stars and falling leaves
Pictures to embrace
So alien to your tactless taste.
To understand me the invisble today
You become me
No clock of periodisation to sway
No stagnant unit
Of analyses confining me to yesterday
The unshelling od love.
To understand me - comfort zones disallowed
You must accept
My table at the rim of your history
Is only marginal
Memory since Colombus caravels sailed
My moon was not impaled.
*dedicated to Rafael Trujillo
Choose to hide or choose to run
From the barrel of my gun
Choose to flee or choose to stay
For this could be your dying day
Praise me as I stomp you down
And beat you dead into the ground
Praise my countenance revere
And you will know the face of fear
Now you see me now you don't
Now you love me soon you won't
I decide who lives and dies
Spinning truth from heinous lies
I'm the god with all the power
I'm the world's most darkest hour
Dare you ever question me?
If I'm the man you wish to be?
Decayed Defiled Demonicly Currupt
Childish Candy Curiosity all currupt
Follow me Walk me into the currupt
We'll Walk through the seven gates of Hell
Look into the Darkness, My eyes
Let yourself reflect
You'll find yourself like me
Childish, Mislead, Demonic, Currupt
Your Hope is misleading
Your shadow is sin
Your Breath thakes count of your hearts beatings
I'm Revolation, I am misused, Let it begin
Currupted its catastrophy
Spreading faster than aids in africa
Nothing, its whats for dinner
Instruction you ask?
Simple to follow.... Hotel Bathroom, Clover, Dont Blink, Mirror, Make a friend
Your Life Reveiled
But be warned
Save your life, Gain Knowledge Absolute, Befriend the Eyes...
Civilizations Epitaph
I got more
Surrender
I got more
More bombs ‘n missiles
‘an weapons
Surrender ‘n live
Fight ‘n die
‘cause I got more
‘an I want more
Than you
I want what you got
‘an I’ll take it all by force
‘cause I got more
Give it up ‘an live
Fight for it ‘an die
So what if I am
A blood bath thief
I want more
‘an I got more
Than you
I got me more money
Got me more armies
Got me more bullets
Got me more missiles ‘n bombs
Got more back up
So give it up
Fight ‘n die
Surrender and I might let you live
Under my tyrants yoke