Shattered, haunted,
she sits there alone; on an old chair, broken, in a place she once called
home. Her face is pale,
embedded with lines that hides stories of the past
and the story of her life. She clenches her fists with the strength of a mouse;
she lets her emotions go and her tears fall down. She screams the words
so many want to say; she’s tired of standing alone
and hiding away. Justice, love, no war, peace,
no in-equa-lity. She stands up tall and looks around
and suddenly memoriesabound.
The racial differences
and people in a place,
should not be judged nor ordered to be erased. To be erased is one thing but to let a whole generation die
is not only cruel but dictated by a heartless lie. This lie was known as Hitler who wanted to create a perfect race;
one consisting of no differences, no uniqueness in ANYONE’S face. There were people he disliked, the racially inferior, the weak and the Jews,
but who ever told him that he had the right to choose? To choose, to demolish anything he didn’t like,
to have a say in what stays, what goes, and who has the right to life.
It all started with the Treaty of Versailles, where in Germany there was huge debt and unemployment
and the struggle to survive. Hitler became their leader, someone they thought they could trust;
little did they know he was metal slowly turning to rust. Hitler promised the Germans
all their essential needs; he promised to make them great again
and therein he did succeed. He used propaganda, manipulating them through pictures and words;
eventually the Nazis exploited the Jews in herds. In herds they were sent to be killed in numerous ways, in concentration camps,life was limited
but so were Hitler’sdays.
How would he have felt if the tables were turned? How would he have liked his body
to be gassed and then burned? The war eventually ended in 1945, in the month of May; but that’s no excuse not to remember
what happened, to this day. To remember the soldiers who fought to save people’s lives,
the Jews who were killed without a say in their right to survive;
the misery and pain peoplewent through and the people who survived that were scarredfor life. Now we sit in classrooms learning about these horrendous times;
trying to make sense of who could commit such unjust crimes. Everyone is born on earth with a purpose we must all find; human rights are not to be taken away nor for granted - now all that remains of World War Two are the ashes left behind.
Her face is pale,
she’s grown up before her time;
No one’s left to love her,
war has destroyed her life.
Shattered, haunted,
she sits there alone;
on an old chair, broken,
in a place she once called home.
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