Although you've been through heaven and hell, Riches and rags you've been tortured, beaten, blackened and blue your family, friends and life; all gone
You survived the age, this time of pain you are now set free, forever in peace
Goodbye, my little butterfly
This was my goodbye poem to the poet I was assigned in class during our Holocaust unit; Koleba was a Jewish poet that faced death along with many others during world war II.