“Blessed by the Almighty… Blessed be God’s name…” Blessed be God’s name? Why, but why would I bless Him? How could I say Blessed be thou, Almighty, Master of the Universe, Who chose us among all nations To be tortured day and night, To watch as our fathers, our mothers, Our brothers end up in furnaces? Praised be Thy Holy Name For having chosen us To be slaughtered on Thine Altar?
You have betrayed, Allowing them to be tortured, Slaughtered, gassed, and Burned, what do they do? They pray before you! They praise your name!
My eyes had opened, Terribly alone in a world Without God, without a man. Without love or mercy. Dead inside me, I felt a great void opening...
This is my found poem from the book Night by Elie Wiesel.