The Voice of a Survivor
I can still smell the disease,
and feel the starvation that brought me to my knees,
I didn't know where my family went,
In every direction us Jews were sent,
I still remeber the feeling of the shaver against my head,
And hoping everyday it wasn't my turn to be dead,
There was always the smell of death in the air,
And lonely cries at night claiming "this isn't fair",
The Nazis were sons of the devil,
They wanted everyone at their thinking level,
You could never go against them or ask them why?,
Or it would be your turn next to die,
We had to fufill their every demands,
Because our lives were in Hitlers' hands,
I remeber when I got off the crowded train,
I had terrifying thought bleeding through out my brain,
They sent me to the right,
I was so scared that I didn't fight,
To the left my family was sent,
I watched as Jewish bodies hit the cement,
I could not believe my eyes,
I didn't have time to let out any cries,
Because I was already getting lead and shoved,
But I could only think of the ones i loved,
Every camp was full of dying Jews,
They took everything, even our shoes,
I later found out right meant life and left ment death,
I'll always miss my mother father, and brother Seth,
I still wonder why I was chosen to live,
When my family had so much more to give,
How could one person do this to a whole race,
But in the end he's the disgrace,
In the camps we hardly got any water or food,
And the guards to us were beyond rude,
They beat us with clubs and whips,
It was actually worse than the movie clips,
We were a bunch of animals in one big cage,
Most of us filled with vengeance, fear or rage,
As you probably guess I am a holocaust survivor,
I witnessed first hand that Hitler was a manipulator and conniver,
This is a situation no one should go through,
And that's why I shared my story with you.
Copyright © Ashley Shaw | Year Posted 2010
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