From My Soul to the Canvas
From My Soul to the Canvas
Outside the window so I look, to gaze upon solemn crooks
Those who have taken all from me
Nazis giving poison looks
Perhaps it was my destiny
This wealth of words that changed it all
Out the train so young I stared
The home and family I just lost
When we arrived the furnace glared
Our faith in G-d at what cost?
The words so personal they seem to call
In the camp the prisoners wept
While winter soul’s tears cold as ice
The night and cold always crept
While in the camp Nazis paid no price
So powerful art becomes
Death came dressed in uniform
The key to safety held in fires
We had no choice but to conform
To live was our only beg and desire
All of history art overruns
Damp and cold with little food
Work for days followed by prayer
The familiar German smile came all too crude
By our own hands our families’ corpses we layer
Connection to the words was felt so strong
As our liberation came to fight
The Nazis came in waves of fear
Into the chambers was our last light
Our cold bodies could give no tears
To tame my voice would seem too wrong
Nazis came with broken promises, so we followed like cattle
We followed until the end, with not one of us left to cry
And when it came, our liberation battle
Death’s four lies dressed in guns, but when we realized, it was time to die
One poem with a past too long