Poetry, Quotes, and Ramblings

The Jewish Boy

Another day in my prison,

I sigh, questioning my existence in my mind.

How long I'll stay is undefined,

bars and guns are in my vision.

And do I dare to escape?

That idea makes me tremble with fear.

It's too unclear,

and it would such a mistake.

Does it even matter?

I'm all alone.

But sometimes, I could still hear their laughter.

My sister;

so polite,

called everyone missus or mister.

They sent her to the gas chambers,

with all my friends and neighbors. 

Mother,

died with my unborn brother.

Why? Just because she couldn't work?

She was excellent at needlework.

Father was a doctor,

and an author.

A push, a shove,

It hurts, well, kind of,

I can only feel numbness,

and an aching pain in my stomach.

I turn around and see the Commander.

I kneel, calling him "Sir".

Another kick,

just as quick before he walks away.

"Run, boy," a woman says,

she pities me, I can tell.

But I shake my head and look down,

afraid I'll be put into a cell.

"Your father tells you to go. Don't be a no-show,"