Poem about Sadness

Poem Questioning Faith Due To The Holocaust

My deep disgust, my heavy disgrace, my utter pain about all the Holocaust, is all I can express right now. This story has always cast a pall on me; all this pain, all these persecutions, make my heart break and spill.

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Black Velvet Sky

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Published: November 2008

I see death--
It's not black nor white
he's got the star of David wrapped around his wrist
black clouds

Pain--
Completely addicted to pain or death
all this imagery, all this nightmare
waking up every day, killing me every day
I can hear the SS's stony paces

Two eyes look at me through a window--
despair, oh black despair, you abandoned me in Dachau
I can't see but Death; I can't see but clouds; I can't see but tears
for how long will I suffer?

Speaking of heart, I--
I don't label myself as perfect, oh no, I don't
but how can they throw their human nature away?
their eyes are cold tunnels; their hands are guns.

Kill me, for I can't stand here idle--
we're all dying but our hearts are on fire
I wonder why, I wonder why they can't even burn them in their ovens
as they burn us; oh what have we done, dearest, to them?

For we are, to them, but disgusting parasites--
and we have to die.

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