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Jan 2013
I close my eyes and imagine...

I imagine a place with no hatred
A place with no discrimination
Where there is only equality, a beauty so sacred
But here there isn't even a kind face
Yet, I can't help but try...
To imagine a better place

Behind this barbed wire fence, you will see
A sickening sight, an attrocity
For we are prisoners, the Jews and me
Prisoners that likely will never be free

These concentration camps are my home
My own personal, living hell where I roam
A life not worth living
When you feel so alone

Yes, I am a Jewish man
Does that make me a lesser person than you?
I refuse to give up my beliefs, my religion, and my whole self
To be a part of their clan
So does that make me untrue?

Well, before you judge us
Know that Jews are no different than you
We were judged for the death of Christ, oh yes
And for starting the Black Plague, too

In 1215, we were forced to wear the Star of David
A sign for everyone to see
It identified us as the Jews they all hated
They called us traitors, ****, untrustworthy
We weren't allowed to live with Christians
So they took us to the ghettos
And all the while being tortured by Germans
Of course, many problems arose

It was horrible, crowded and damp
But then one day,
I was sent to a **** camp

They took all my clothing and shaved my head
I was separated from my family, then put to work
And trust me when I say, I would rather have been dead
As they laughed at me and smirked

So there I was, a helpless Jew
Alone in a crowded space
Wishing and praying that my dream would come true
So I'd end up in a better place

As the days went by
I grew tired and weak
With no food or water, my mouth was so dry
No words could come out, not even a shriek

Then, one morning
On a bright summer day
A young man came with a warning
He said, '******'s on his way'
So I looked to the distance, and sure enough
He was walking right towards us
Then stopped, in a huff
And said 'Come with me, don't put up a fuss'

Silently, we dropped our tools and followed
There were thousands of us, I could tell
Each one a skeleton, faces hollowed
And when I looked ahead, my face fell

For we were heading to a building
And as we stepped inside, I knew
I could feel my own heart beating
This is what I get for being a Jew

As I stood there, now naked
The room suddenly went black
Then I just waited
There was no turning back

With just moments to spare
I slowly shut my eyes
Then said one last prayer
While I listened to everyone's cries

This was it. I was done. I had finished the race
And with just one second to go
I dreamt of a better place
I made this for a history assignment last year; then decided to change it up a bit and put it on here.
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