Tuesday, November 18, 2008


The walls of the ghetto encircled you.
The walls of the ghetto enclosed you.
The walls of the ghetto framed you.
Framed your life and the lives of your loved ones.
You, with your tattered yellow star marking you
Jew. Schweinhund. Part of a damned nation.
It is fear that fed you when the cupboards were bare.
It is bravery that sustained you when that fear was spent.

You fought to the bitter end --
The rat-tat-tat of machine gun artillery
echoing off the barren walls of that wasteland.
The raining of bombs all around you.
The smell of death hovering... Always hovering.

With hands up in the air, with this gesture of surrender,
of final supplication
You the boy, already a man, left your legacy.

And we remember. We always remember...


cruisin-mom said...

Is is this a Pearl original? It certainly has the beauty of one...

torontopearl said...

Thanks, CM.
Yes, another one of my dark poems about the Holocaust. Written in about 15 minutes. Inspired by the famous photo above, primarily of the little boy.

cruisin-mom said...

wow, I can actually spot a "Pearl" piece of literature...

Beth@Pages of Our Life said...

I can't visit without leaving a comment. I was moved by your words. We will be studying the Holocaust this year for 4th grade.