The Holocaust in Poems
Undoubtedly one of the worst, most catastrophic events in modern history, the Holocaust was the deliberate, systematic degradation and ultimate elimination of over 6 million Jews and 10 million lives. The ultimate target were Jews but anyone not of “Aryan” with a Christian, heterosexual lifestyle was at risk. Gypsies, homosexuals, Soviets and thousands of other individuals experienced the worst form of racism I have ever known about. The thing was, they weren’t just killed. No, they were tortured. Doctors preformed mind-numbing, breathtakingly horrific and unspeakable “experiments” on twins and on the disabled. People were forced to search the cavities of their dead loved ones’ bodies for jewelry or gold. Babies were killed and then their deaths were laughed about. Rabbis were routinely humiliated and forced to burn their most sacred religious artifacts and Torahs. Their beards, which were highly symbolic, were cut or used to mop up the blood of the congregants. The gas chambers never stopped burning. And if you sit in front of a survivor and watch him talk, you will notice how their speech falters and their bodies tense, how their eyes darken and words fail them when they try to describe life inside Auschwitz. To this day, there is a marked feel on the grounds of that camp that speaks its own story while mounds of hair and shoes personalize the numbing statistics. If your nightmares can dream it, it probably happened in Germany, or one of the occupied countries, in the 1930s and 40s to people who had done nothing wrong and were completely blameless.
Despite the overwhelming horror of this period, miracles existed. Survivors tell stories of how beloved family photos passed Nazis as though invisible. Many survivors swear they should have died. A woman became pregnant and went undetected her entire pregnancy, then gave birth to a baby girl in Auschwitz on the day of liberation, thereby sparing both their lives. And it also helped a little girl named Tiffini who lived in another countries, decades later. I used to comfort myself to sleep by promising myself that if they could get through the Holocaust, then I could survive my life. You can read a letter to the Holocaust survivor I wrote here.
These poems were written in remembrance of and in honor of the Holocaust survivors and victims, and in gratitude that their stories offered me a way to cling to hope. These poems were all written during my 10th grade and remain completely unedited, so they retain the thought track, the grammar and the ideas of the young Tiffini.
MR. BEAR
I grab Mr. Bear
Risking another tear
Together, we hide
In their lorry, we don’t want to ride
Mr. Bear sees my yellow star
That marked symbol they know from afar
Mr. Bear is a Jew too
Mama sewed him a yellow star’s hue
Now, we watch them drag
My mother and beat those who behind us lag
I cried tears anew
Mr. Bear cried too.
I hugged him close
Burying my head in his furry nose
He brought me such peace
Let me hope the terror would cease
I needed stitches
Mr. Bear had some new glitches
We traveled through hate
Given no choice but to survive our fate
Everyone else left me
But Mr. Bear didn’t, you see
We went to a camp one night
Mr. Bear somehow passed a guard’s light
Like mine, his eyes saw the flames
And the many lives they claimed
I told him when I was scared
He was the only one who cared
I showed him my tears
Their painful words reached his ears
Me and Mr. Bear were best friends
And to that, the Germans didn’t put an end
Fifty six years later now
And we’re both still here, I don’t know how
Though our hearts tore
We lived through Hitler’s war
Torn, dirty and old
Mr. Bear’s still a joy to hold
With him are memories of the past
But now we have a future at last.
IN REMEMBRANCE
I once lived in a town
And had a favorite gown
I used to laugh
And take warm baths
But that was then
That was way back when
We were free
When we were let be
Now I live in a cold cell
And have nothing good to tell
Now water is a mask
For a poisonous gas
Yesterday I buried my sister
And was beaten a new blister
They care not for I have a star
As a Jew, it is a blemish, a mar.
Beaten and scared, this is me.
So why can I not flee
Is death really my fate
And if so, who set this date?
There is a chimney and smoke
We know this is not a joke
Why are we all to die
Why ignored is our cry?
Soldiers number my arm
Think I’m from an alien farm
Who really are we
Are we too vile for the Creator to see?
No one sheds any tears
And we don’t speak of our fear
For if no one cares if I fell
Do I deserve this hell?
Will this never end?
Will ever matter without my friend?
I badly shake
For a bullet at me is faked
Of my sister, I think
But her death doesn’t make me blink
Do I envy her dying
For no longer in the cold is she lying
If this is a test
I’m not the best
If I ever thought I was strong
I know now I was wrong
Yet even as I stew
I hold onto my heritage as a Jew
And I continue to listen
For the rescue mission.
THE GERMAN AND THE JEW
The German and the Jew
Walking in darkness’ hue
Side by side
Fighting the pain inside
They see the long rows
From where so much pain arose
They still see the smoke
Can feel hope being choked
The German and the Jew
Intense pain and fear, they knew
50 years later, standing together
Ironic that calm now is the weather
Abuse, lies and death
In this place stole joy’s breath
Neither can forget
The past they regret
The German and the Jew
So much anger blew
One lose his brother and child
The other was taught to be wild
Now at Auschwitz they stand
Knowing terror came from a hand
Lives were changed, dreams were broken
Innocents believed lies spoken
Now as the German and the Jew
Remember the boy getting a tattoo:
his number his only meaning in their eyes
50 years later, he still lives
This place, this extermination camp
Seethes still with memories limp
And one is to blame
For the other’s senseless shame
Here now stands the German and the Jew
Knowing the past may be over but not through
So they stand side by side
Each wanting to, from the pain, hide
Now they each have a choice
They can stay silent or they can voice
The confusion, doubt, anger and fear
That have been the source of many a tear
The German and the Jew
Between them many feelings flew
But now they just stand in awe
In Auschwitz, where pain is still raw
If they leave here in anger
Steep will be the danger
But the lines have been clearly drawn
And all innocence gone
The German and the Jew
Stand against time’s hue
Then silently one holds out his hand
And for love’s sake, they stand.
Brilliant and so touching xxx
Thank you! The support is woderful; I checked out your blog, as well and loved, loved, your mountainous cover pic. And the post “Mid-Sea” was especially thought-provoking! 🙂