Auschwitz Home

Auschwitz Home

Auschwitz Home
Hated, Persecuted,
We go on living day by day,
branded by a gold star, crying Juden.
We scrimp and pray in a tiny hovel, home.
Then they come, guns in hand.
It is the time of a progrom.
Hidden away, we dare not breath,
but to no avail, we are found,
Papa NO!

We are pushed into cattle cars,
the stench of bodies and sweat and waste
permeates the air we breath
and we are crushed
by the sheer number of bodies
packed inside.

Aushwitz, now home.
But where is Mama going?
They say she is to be bathed.
They promised, but I have not seen her since.

Two years have passed,
and I see my reflection in a mud puddle.
Today I am 18, a woman,
but all I see is a skeleton,
shaven hair, thin gown, empty eyes.
How can this be?

Today the horror will end,
the beating will stop,
and I will see my parents again.
And I will know peace, at last.

Today, I was chosen to be gassed.