I am only one in a sea of many
Hungarians, Gypsies, and Jews.
Everyday seeking refuge in an annihilated world.
Nighty premonitions of what is to come.
Daily a new raucous,
Demanding and needy.
Children cry themselves to sleep
Parents lay dreaming of the end.
Fire burning from the pits of Hell
reaches up to swallow them whole.
Children, three and four years old,
Some glad when their name is called.
One flame. One fire. One breath.