Posts Tagged ‘National Poetry Month’

“From Darkness to Light”

By Nicole Bragdon

Jewish boys and Jewish girls taken from homes,

Missing their mommies and daddies.

Laying awake at night looking up at the moon.

They are at camp now waiting to see their parents, hoping to be with them soon.

Parents missing their sons and daughters, wishing they could say goodnight one more time.

Families shattering like glass, hearts breaking like dry-rotted pencils.

Morning comes, and the sun shines over them as the bad men come to take them away.

Lifting, bending, working, laboring, tiring,

the mommies and daddies carry materials making machines and tanks.

The bad mean men make boys and girls dig long ditches called trenches.

Only rotten potatoes and moldy bread to eat.

Seeing their parents again, some children, rush in excitement, rush over.

Making the bad mean men angry, they carry the parents away.

 Tired children and parents unite in a building called a barracks.

And still-

The moon shines bright like the light of hope inside the children.

Night devours children’s dreams, as parents lay awake in fear for their safety.

Grandmas and Grandpas are taken away never to return.

The skies rain with tears of parents who leave their children confused.

For dinner? Everyone is having black loathsome soup to eat.

Boys and girls still hungry, cry because they want more.

Men tell their children, “stop crying,” They yell.

The ones who keep crying are taken away-

they never come back.

Another sun rises-

and then…

The bad mean men are attacked by heroes.

Heroes, who help the children find their parents and fix all the brokenness.

They are reunited families now happy to be together again.


Remember us, we were the children whose dreams, wishes, hopes

and lives-

have been stolen away.


    “Still they Pray”

By Dominic Inkel    

They continue to pray

No matter what

They do not lose faith,

Even after the gas chamber doors are shut.

All they see is strange faces,

But still they pray

Hoping for safe places,

Even though they know their souls will soon turn to clay.

They smell the rotting flesh,

Another constant reminder

That they are next,

But still they pray.

Hearing constant screams

Seeing the dead bodies.

There is nothing they have not seen

But still they believe.

They see the guns

And still, they stay

No one runs,

They know that one day they will be safe,

Their souls are their God’s to take

They maintain faith,

Holding on to their mothers’ faces

Hoping to see them in  safe places

But until then, they pray.

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