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This Beautiful Day?

6/17/2018

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It's a beautiful day 
It's a wonderful day 
This September day
The sky is gloomy 
But it is still a nice day
Boom, Boom, Boom
It sounds like thunder
Yet I see no rain,
Boom, Boom, Boom
It is not ending
O what is happening?
Is it the end
end of the world?
I see something moving
Moving on the horizon 
Moving to towards us
Zooming across the sky
It is the angels flying overhead dropping something on us 
Is it the end of time?
Kaboom, kaboom
The angels dropping, exploding 
I hear a rumble coming over 
Over the hill
It is many many vehicles rumbling
They are coming near
The have guns and are here
They shout something that I did not understand
One of the boys told me to raise my hands over 
Over my head
So I would not be dead
They loaded us into a truck
With some of my friends 
And some of my family
A screech was heard and we were off
They drove,
Along the road
For sometime that I did not count 
I did not know where we were going
Or why we were going
Did I commit a crime?
When we arrived to this place
It look like jail
As the gate opened wide
I wonder what crime did I commit?
The truck drove inside the wall
I saw life, 
These people looked like me 
They talked like me
Yet, they had no food 
As the truck came to a stop
They yelled at us
And pushed us 
I found
Found my 
My Mother
Father 
Brothers
Sisters
We were given a place
A place stuffed filled 
Filled with others just like us
Impoverished to say the least
They gave
Gave us this thing
This thing that looked
Looked like food
My younger brother
And I looked for food
Yet we found none
Days pass,
My older brother is sick
So sick I can not see him 
When I come back home from looking for food
I see my mother
My mother crying
My younger brother tells me
He is dead
Dead
My family mourns
Mourns for a week
My younger brother finds a hole
A hole in the wall
Big enough for him to fit
But not me
He goes quickly 
I wait
And wait
Not knowing if he is alive
Comes back
After sometime
With a large bag
A bag filled 
Filled with potatoes
At least we will survive
Survive for another week
My younger sister
Ran towards the fence to meet my brother
What look like guards
Shot her,
Not in her brain or heart
But in her legs 
And arms
They let her die slowly
Days turn into weeks
Some one came 
Came and took 
Took my father
We tried to survive
Weeks flowed by 
When he returned
He,
He was different 
Different person
His eyes were black and blue
I see dried blood over his torn clothes 
That he is wearing on his beaten body
I do not understate
What crime did I commit?
The time passed as slow 
Slow as my body deteriorated
I wonder when is my time over 
Over for a crime I do not know
I had hopes when we were loaded
Loaded into trains
But my hopes disappeared as I realized how little space I had
They threw us into train cars not for humans
But for cows, 
That was the last time I would see
See my mother
And my only alive sister
As the train moved I saw my father
My father next to me with my younger brother sick
Sick and dying in his hands 
As the train moved farther from our home
My brother moved farther from life
As the train stopped at our destination
My brother stopped breathing
He and about ten others in our train car
I heard the screams 
Screams of my friend
They came 
Came with guns and forced us off 
Off the train into a line 
A line for what looked like evaluation 
My father was sent to a building to work 
Those were the last words I heard from him
I was sent to the right
I was told to march
They had us wait 
Wait for a minute
I saw a friend of my fathers
He dragged a body
A body of death into 
Into a fire
Then I was shoved into 
Into a room
A room filled with boys
All under the age of ten
As the door closed tight 
Something began to seep from the ceiling
Boy after boy dropped dead
After minutes it ended
All the boys were dead
I was barely alive
A man who looked like me
Was going to drag me into the fire
But when he realized I was alive he tried to save me
Bang 
He falls dead on me
As he heard my last breath




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Finding Home

6/10/2018

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It's been signed 
The killing’s over
Let's find our family
I head home
To the place I lived
But when I arrived
I was surprised 
Someone else was living there 
My late neighbors shunned us
All I had left was my brother and me
And all the clothes on our backs
We had no family
But we heard of this place 
South of where we are
In the middle east
The place where our ancestors were
The place now called Palestine
My brother and I decided
We had no where better to go
We put foot in front of foot
Walking day by day 
We arrived in this hostile place
The British did not want us 
They tried to deport us
Yet some revolutionaries came
They came and took us to the promised land
We fought for revolution
For a place to call home 


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The Sun is Coming Over the Horizon

5/20/2018

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The sun is coming over the horizon
It slowly comes in to view
It rises over the land for all to know
It rises from a time
A time when the rays were never seen
When we only had our family and others like us
When the rays of sunlight were held
Held only for the special ones
These special ones are only special
For the government calls them so
They get the light we do not
Even though we are not different
Yet we are blamed for
For the stealing
Stealing the light
For a time after the sunset we could still see
When times were bad
But the moon’s light when away
Then we were in dire situation
All the light was gone
But then a few years later
The Sun came over the horizon

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Standing with my Family

5/6/2018

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Bang…
Bang…
My dead body falls
Falls into this pit
Thud…
Thud…
Dirt begins to fill up
Fill up the pit we dug
Thud…
Thud…
Thud…
My bones sit restless
My family might have been with me
Yet, my bones do not feel satisfied
They try to move
And try to see my family
See them one last time
But alas they can't
So instead at this troubled hour
My bones, my body, and me remember
Remember my life and all my memories
I first remember the face
The face of my father
As he stood next to me
Then I see the face of my son next to my father yesterday
When all was normal
We heard news about a German Invasion,
But thought nothing of it
Today, at high noon
They marched us
With our band playing
Playing cheerful music
Out into the middle of the woods
Told us to dig
To dig this pit
The locals cheered
Our friends cheered
At least I know I stood
I stood with my family

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    My name is Hersch Nathan and I enjoy writing. I use poetry as a way for my voice to be heard.

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