7 April 2012
This is a poem that I wrote many years ago from the perspective of a Jew in the Holocaust (apologies for weak language, I was young at the time):
I am in the camp, all alone, The hatred of Jews has finally shown I feel weak, I feel poor I am going to die, that is for sure. The whole camp is guarded by wire The electrified fence couldn’t be any higher.
I am scared, I’m terrified, There is no escape, I’ve already tried My friend just left for a shower Well, it was quite a long time ago, over an hour. I am eating the stale bread I want to throw up, but I’d be shot dead.
Around week ago, a Nazi tortured some of us He made his point clear he didn’t want any fuss. He just got us on our knees And despite all the pleas He got out his cruel whip, And we all had to strip.
Isn’t there anybody out there who understands? They break our legs, they cut our hands They don’t let us sleep They don’t let us weep They torture us for hours and hours To demonstrate their supreme powers.
This cruelty is driving me round the bend Oh when, oh when will this tragedy end?
No Way Out • Opuss № I