I run alone on cold bare feet
Surrounded by people on city streets
I’ll go hungry for another day
Because all those people turned away
A yellow star tight round my arm
How does that make me any harm?
Invisible to society
Why has all the blame been left on me?
I march alone strait into hell
Your promises, they ring a bell?
You told of housing and gave a slum
Yet a victorious tune you Nazi’s hum
Victorious in our misery
Carrying on so bitterly
And when our hunger and pain no longer quenched your thirst
We were piled in trains and shipped in for your worst.
I lie alone and dream sweet dreams
Of my husband, my baby, ‘till woken by screams
They mimic my own from that blood curdling day
When they snatched up my baby and took her away,
They shoved a needle in her heart and froze it right quick
While mine skipped a beat till my stomach they kicked.
I sit alone, quite naked, curled up in a ball
Stripped of my dignity, my lover, my child, of all
The point in living is no longer there
So I forget to breathe and wrap up in prayers
I count by the second until I can’t count at all
I’m more in a dreamland until a black curtain falls.
My body was burned with many others, some alive
All left is my ashes, not hope and not pride.
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