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Suffering is all I knew, The soldiers marching through the streets Each battalion larger than before Kitty is in danger, along with her kind A knock on the door knock, knock, knock My loved ones are in danger, My feelings alienated Towards the cruel dictatorship The door opened with a creak, My mother hid behind the couch, My father grabbed the blade, Sunlight gleaming on its surface The soldiers step in I’m behind an overturned table I hear a bang, two more A women’s scream, a manly yell My father and mother were gone. The soldiers had murdered, Destroyed the last of my joy Taken away my pride I ran away, over to the library Kitty hid behind the shelf I was not religious but I still wore the star I was not the same so they searched for my head I dyed my hair up to standard, Put in colored contacts I went outside and ran away The soldier catching up to me “I plead for it to stop, The tormenting conflict. I plead for peace, An end to this hate. I plead for something new. I plead for life. I plead for freedom. I plead for change.” My family divided due to death, I stayed with the locals. Nearly everyone was religious In this ethnic neighborhood. An officer came to my door And asked for the Jews Asked whether they were living In the house next door. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t reveal To the soldier who waited For the answer to appear The survivors of the war, They destroyed the hate, I followed their lead, And pushed away the horror The memories torture me. The memories destroy me. The memories hurt me. The memories sicken me. But the liberators came Their flag red with a sickle Their big metal beasts Tearing up the streets. I risked my life because of this hope, The hope that my family would survive. I have lost all of it, Because of this treachery. I learned about the Bolsheviks, How they liberated Russia How they created the Soviets And destroyed the Germans. I did the right thing, I think But I lost all of my friends I live now with pain and torture In Warsaw. Suffering.
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
Suffering
Suffering is all I knew, The soldiers marching through the streets Each battalion larger than before Kitty is in danger, along with her kind A knock on the door knock, knock, knock My loved ones are in danger, My feelings alienated Towards the cruel dictatorship The door opened with a creak, My mother hid behind the couch, My father grabbed the blade, Sunlight gleaming on its surface The soldiers step in I’m behind an overturned table I hear a bang, two more A women’s scream, a manly yell My father and mother were gone. The soldiers had murdered, Destroyed the last of my joy Taken away my pride I ran away, over to the library Kitty hid behind the shelf I was not religious but I still wore the star I was not the same so they searched for my head I dyed my hair up to standard, Put in colored contacts I went outside and ran away The soldier catching up to me “I plead for it to stop, The tormenting conflict. I plead for peace, An end to this hate. I plead for something new. I plead for life. I plead for freedom. I plead for change.” My family divided due to death, I stayed with the locals. Nearly everyone was religious In this ethnic neighborhood. An officer came to my door And asked for the Jews Asked whether they were living In the house next door. I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t reveal To the soldier who waited For the answer to appear The survivors of the war, They destroyed the hate, I followed their lead, And pushed away the horror The memories torture me. The memories destroy me. The memories hurt me. The memories sicken me. But the liberators came Their flag red with a sickle Their big metal beasts Tearing up the streets. I risked my life because of this hope, The hope that my family would survive. I have lost all of it, Because of this treachery. I learned about the Bolsheviks, How they liberated Russia How they created the Soviets And destroyed the Germans. I did the right thing, I think But I lost all of my friends I live now with pain and torture In Warsaw. Suffering.
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Dec 10, 2019
Dec 10, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC
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