Eisenhower's Literary Magazine
June, 2004
Night
By Derek
Mournful cries of anguish and pain,
Days stricken with grief,
Horrid Nazi gain,
The souls of the Jews screaming from underneath.
Underneath the bodies of the dead,
The young boy is forced to work
Separated from his family--scared thoughts run through his head
His eyes glazed with tears, "death is a gift" within
his naïve mind.
The smell of the concentration camp
suspended in time
The rotting and tarnished stench swarms about his nostrils
His aching body is nothing but bone
Being worked excessively, he wants nothing more but to be home.
To lie safely in his tiny bed
To leave this horrible place and return to a safe haven
To be reunited with his relatives
And just to be free once again
The aggressive eye of the Nazi keeps
the Jews "in line"
You can see them marching step by step
Everyone in rhythm and in time
If one dares to fall, he is left there to die.
There is no pity on forsaken creatures
"Work is Liberty"
Allow the German to be your teacher
On their path to the "final solution"
With the Star of David on the old tattered
clothes
And a number embedded in one's arm
No longer men of human race
Just a wretched creature permanently torn.
Torn within his empty heart
He is stared upon with anger
Nothing but hate is felt as chills run up and down his spine
As for the destined slaughter of his life, he plays a minor role.
Time seems to be at a halt and it's
always dark
Forever it is NIGHT time there
He can feel the heavy beating of his heart
A great weight has held back his world
He knows no other way of living
Life to him is a constant struggle
For it is one which he cannot overcome
"Work is Liberty" and yet the "Night" continues
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