Save Us

January 3, 2009
By Erika Sobieski, Indian Trail, NC

somebody save us
somebody save us all
from this hell we're living in
somebody come find us
somebody come find us all
bring us to a new place,
a place where we can lay our head
a place where we can live
a place where we can play
somebody come save us
somebody come save us all
you dont know hunger
you dont know hunger at all
you dont know pain
you dont know pain at all
everywhere you look is death
everywhere you look the ones you love
close your eyes, save yourself
dont worry about your brother
worry about your sister
survive for yourself
somebody come find us
somebody come and save us all
they took what we had and yanked it from us
they took what we had and brutally murdered it
the smell, a smell youll never forget
the taste, a taste youll never forget
the death of your own self, youll always regret
so dead yet sadly still barely breathing
just a few moments left
turns into hours and days and months
your own mother, father, brother
your own love, your own hate
youll give anything to rid yourself of those days
you try to let go, you want to end your days
you want to, feel you need to
feel you cant go on another long horrid day
feel you cant go on another long horrid moment
your at the end of your wits
yet so far away
all you can do is simply wait
try to move the process along
somebody come save us
somebody come feed us
somebody come see us
somebody anybody come rid us of this
somebody come take us away
somebody anybody please save us
somebody somebody...
come save us from this hell
this horrible and so true hell on earth
come save us from our future days
come rid us of our own lives
we have no more strength to live
no more strength to simply breathe
somebody come...
somebody come save us
find us
see us
what they do to us
how they treat us like animals
not of the human kind
somebody come please
we beg you despretly
end our surrfering and pain
somebody come save us
somebody come save us all.

The author's comments:
This is actually about the victims of the holacaust. In my English class we read the book "Night" by Eli Wisel, and that is where I got my inspiration for this poem. Reading that book really touched me, because even though I could never really know what the victims went through, I could still get a little glimpse of what they went through and that is why I decided to write this poem.

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This article has 2 comments.

on Jan. 8 2009 at 9:00 pm
yeah, that was exactly what i was going for, for you to feel what happened in the book through this poem. im glad i reached my goal :)

harleyturner said...
on Jan. 7 2009 at 11:00 pm
I have read the book Night by Eli Wisel as well, and it really touched me too.

This peom, really captures the pain and feeling of the book.

This peom makes you feel.


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