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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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 Bang Bang,
The shots were heard around the world Every month the call renews Every month we sacrifice our children Every month nothing gets done Every month it is blamed on irrelevant things From mental illness to violent games It happens for one reason Our failure of protecting our children We need to add some Common Sense We need to save the future We need to end this endless loop This loop of murder and sacrifice History is a binder
With all written within Everything that happens From me talking To you sleeping Everything is there Over the years pages rip, break, and disintegrate And sometimes rewritten if they are found Yet most of the binder is lost in our footsteps forward Throughout the ages people try Try to write what they want To glorify themselves Or to hide a flaw A mistake Something they disagree with Or me They try to deny the truth The truth of what occurred They use every tool they can Even when we have slowed the ripping The ripping, breaking, and disintegrating They try to hide the truth Burying it in the spider’s web Yet they erase not well For I can follow Follow their tracks To unveil the truth The truth for all to know The spiders call us Call us to find and rewrite Rewrite the pages After all history is a binder 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 It happened once more
Just another list of names Just another going away To jail or killed Just another investigation It happens nowhere but here Yet we do nothing Nothing but argue Argue over irrelevant things Then it happens again Just rinse and repeat We are stuck in a loop A loop that we need to end For if it ends not Your name might be on the list 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 |
AuthorMy name is Hersch Nathan and I enjoy writing. I use poetry as a way for my voice to be heard. Archives
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