Thru my Holocaust eyes

Thru my Holocaust eyes the temple trembles.

I could not help but see life thru the lens of juridiction,

The fatal lens of guilt takes control

And the temple obeyes.

Thru my Holocaust eyes my jewish heart peels.

I could not help but look thru my Holocaust eyes,

Down on those starring at the stars

without a clue, of what lays ahead.

Like an animal we are marked.

Like animals we march and march to endless paths.

My head lays on my chest,

Ignoring the star-gazers.

Not a trickle of guilt.

I could not help but see life thru my Holocaust eyes.

Thru my Holocaust eyes i see life.

 

 

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joselie petit

My favorite part of this poem was finding the image to go with the poem.

joselie petit

My favorite part in this poem was tring to go with the flow of the poem and also finding an image to go with my poem, that was fun.

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