Why...

By: Madisyn Cowden

In memory of Franco Cesana


Why was my life ruined

Why were we taken here

Why do they hate us

Why did I have to miss my Bar Mitzvah

Why am I losing hope

Why can’t I be happy

Why are they killing us

Why are they full of hatred

Why can’t I just be a kid

Why can’t I go to school

Why am I despised….

Is it because I'm jewish

Is it because I lost my father when I was young

Is it because you don't believe what I’m passionate about

Is it because you think everyone has to be the same

Is it because i'm different

I have worked so hard for you

I made your ammunition

I helped you

But

You took me away from my family

You murdered my friends and family

All I hear is gunshots

Falling to my knees

I am dying, it is hard to breathe

What is this feeling

Is it hope...

Is it thankfulness…

Is it happiness…

Is it sadness…

No, no none of these

It was forgiveness?

No no no that can’t be right

But it was, I felt forgiveness

And then it became dark

I see nothing….

Then I knew I had died

I died not having a childhood