I Looked Out at Life with Holocaust Eyes
![]() I looked out at life with Holocaust eyes
And what better did I know that I had been looking through the lens of guilt and affliction, Seeing life amiss and askew through my Holocaust guilt, This fatal flaw was burning in my eyes and how it lay siege to my Jewish heart, A Greek tragedy in the making all of these years, The guilt rose from deeply sealed vaults inside my Jewish eyes and heart, I could not help but see life through my Holocaust eyes, Until these Holocaust pangs smoldered and burned its acrid smoke in my eye sockets, I peeled away its painful gauze and ace bandages, My eyes had once lamented over the Holocaust afflictions, But now I could see with clarion eyes and feel anew with my Jewish heart by virtue of Holocaust healing balm, As it clarified the lens, fluid and muscles of my eyes, And now this healing balm paved a shimmering path within me, For my Jewish heart to emerge and then shine its splendor outwards on straight and forward path of life. Alan Freshman Holocaust
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we were loved. We were ripped from the arms of our parents and thrown into the fire. We were nothing more than children. We had a future. We were going to be lawyers, rabbis, wives, teachers, mothers. We had dreams, then we had no hope. We were taken away in the dead of night like cattle in cars, no air to breathe smothering, crying, starving, dying. Separated from the world to be no more. From the ashes, hear our plea. This atrocity to mankind can not happen again. Remember us, for we were the children whose dreams and lives were stolen away. by Barbara Sonek Frozen Jews
![]() Have you seen, in fields of snow, frozen Jews, row on row? Blue marble forms lying, not breathing, not dying.
Somewhere a flicker of a frozen soul - glint of fish in an icy swell. All brood. Speech and silence are one. Night snow encases the sun. A smile glows immobile from a rose lip's chill. Baby and mother, side by side. Odd that her nipple's dried. Fist, fixed in ice, of a naked old man: the power's undone in his hand. I've sampled death in all guises. Nothing surprises. Yet a frost in July in this heat - a crazy assault in the street. I and blue carrion, face to face. Frozen Jews in a snowy space. Marble shrouds my skin. Words ebb. Light grows thin. I'm frozen, I'm rooted in place like the naked old man enfeebled by ice. Avrom Sutzkever July 10, 1944 I CRY FOR THEM
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So many jews Lost their lives And I cry for them Still today Aldo Kraas |
Holocaust
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explain that term to a ten- year old boy who, one day, hears it mentioned by some relatives? And even if you do manage to make him understand what it actually does mean, do you also tell him that because he is A GERMAN JEW, perhaps, some day, he might be included in it...? Or should he just not be told, so that he remains calm and doesn't lose sleep over it? But what is sleep, in front of death? Perhaps Death is greater, perhaps the two are the same; we do not know yet but we'll know, by the end of the day; the Chambers are yet some hours away. "To die, to sleep...to sleep, perchance to dream..." How did Shakespeare realise that? Did he know some Jew who was persecuted too? Perhaps he was wrong, maybe he was right... Anyway, I suspect we'll find out by tonight. by Sudeep Pagedar Tale of a Sprinter, in the Winter of 1938
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I am an athlete from Berlin, my feet are fast and swift. I can run faster than anyone! Truly, this is the Lord's gift! Any race I participate in, I always come in first, for I tell myself, "I HAVE to win"; it is like a great thirst. Even if someone, somehow passes me, I put on an extra burst of speed and run past him, leaving him behind; thus, I take the lead. I once thought, "If I keep running this way, I might be in the Olympics, some day..." THE PRESENT - But now the year is nineteen-thirty-eight And for my dreams, it's just too late. My running days are all gone, I'm not going to see tomorrow's dawn. Yes, it is true that I can run very fast; But it is also true that I am a Jew... There's no running, from the Holocaust. by Sudeep Pagedar the holocaust
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blood has shed, keep up the fight the holocaust has just begun, but the fight is not yet done russell campbell |
WHY DO I HAVE TO REMEMBER THE HOLOCAUST?
![]() The reason that I have to remember the Holocaust is because that is part of my heritage
And my father was a jew from Baghdad Also I am half Jewish Aldo Kraas SS Demons
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razor at throat painted a canvas life crime I artist fish hooks in flesh wrote a Holocaust Files. Why is it popularist history remembers only half... 12 million killed, tortured enslaved by vile sub-human SS demons during World War II? Copyright © Terence George Craddock The Victim
![]() Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old Jewish man said 'no'
Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through. A silence fell o'er one and all across the club room floor And in his presence 'Holocaust' not mentioned any more We had amongst us in the flesh one who had lived through hell But i wish that he could have spoke of sufferings he could tell. Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me with one wave of his hand A silence fell o'er one and all how could we understand? The agony he had been through, the torture and the pain We did not mention 'Holocaust' no not to him again. My heart went to that Jewish man who sought no sympathy He wanted to block out his past as a bad memory Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me and little else he said But i could picture living soul whose thoughts were with the dead. That night i did not sleep too well i had recurring dream I watched the hungry slowly die, i heard the tortured scream I saw a gray haired jewish man the sorrow on his face And i was in another time a dark and a sadder place. I woke and when i went to sleep the dream returned to me Of Jewish man with tragic past who sought no sympathy I see a young man in his prime with a hunger wasted frame With numbers branded on his hand 'they'd robbed him of his name'. Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old jewish man said 'no' Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through. Francis Duggan |