A Jew Struggle

June 6, 2012
By fanzyGonnaMakeIt BRONZE, Bronx, New York
fanzyGonnaMakeIt BRONZE, Bronx, New York
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Always Melancholy, Mournful and disappointing
Whenever I step a foot out the hiding place.

Hiding day and night under the roof,
Yes, under the roof! Running from the Nazis,
Got no running water, no food and no clothes to change into.

My baby boy scared for his life, petrified, I’m terrified, gotta protect him
Many of us hunched under that roof
Back pain killing me, crying silently! Yelling internally.
Because I must stay strong for my baby boy.

At the sound of the whistle
Instinctively we run to save our lives
avoiding our demise
guns aimed at us
Then, we ran more and they pull the trigger
Click, clack, bang,bang! A Jew got shot

Then, tears will fall down my cheek like the Niagara fall.
It hurts so much to think that one blow of the whistle
Could kill thousandths of innocents.


The author's comments:
This Poem tells the story of an innocent Jewish lady living in Germany and being ruled by Hitler and the Nazis. It tells that Germany was always hell for the Jewish people. That it was never the place that sunshine follows rain, never the place to say that joy follows pain but it is the place to think that death follows struggles.

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