Ominous clouds were seen overhead,
Acrid smoke lifted up the spirits of the dead.
Who am I? Anonymity plagues me.
I am just a number. I am A1753.
Remembering the green pastures near my house,
Papa playing the violin, Mama stitching a new blouse.
Anya and Inge running around wild,
I miss my sisters, I was such a happy child.
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp, what do I hear?
Let's quickly hide, the Aryans are near.
Imposing, arrogant, in the guise of the devil,
I scurried to the cellar to hide from this evil.
Their villainous hands dragged us to the cattle trucks,
Cramped and suffocating, we rolled around in the muck.
Came to a standstill at the dismal ghettos,
My idyllic life was now surrounded by foes.
Sachsenhausen, a concentration camp of woe and terrors,
They shaved my luscious hair, kicked me in the gut. What horrors!
Lined me up against the wall, starved me, broke my bones,
The walls were wailing with my miserable, pitiful moans.
It doesn't get better, it only gets worse.
These **** perpetrators, may they die from my curse.
Thrusted my sisters into the toxic gas chambers.
The screams just faded, all that was left was embers.
Father bribed a guard, risking his life.
Soldier shot him instantly, ending his life of strife.
Mother was sexually harassed and whipped.
Not long after, her dignity was stripped.
These atrocities had to stop. I had had enough.
An idea struck me, it was time to get tough.
I crept onto the supply truck, leaving the dismal camp,
On my way to freedom, my brow was furrowed and damp.
Reached the shores of Canada at last,
Fresh beginnings, I said goodbye to my past.
Worked as a nurse, acquired a new family.
Those dark clouds had vanished, I could now live happily.
Eighty-five years later, I stand at the place of my birth.
Conflicting emotions run through me, tears mixed with mirth.
As a Holocaust child, I relived the horrors of war.
My spirit was not broken, it continues to soar.