Move on
Move along
Once a soldier
Now nothing more
Than a shell
I see the desperation
But know they will not beg
And even if they did
We are bound
By duty or
By fear
It doesn’t matter
Pale blue eyes
Weighed down
By knowledge
And under-eye circles
Bodies shying away
From my touch
She stares
She cries
But I can’t face her
Hand that washed me
As a child
The arms I clung to
After a nightmare
Long before any
Of this began
Move on
Move along
No longer human
Forcing bodies into place
Just bodies
Not humans
Humanity has left
Us
Alone
Not thinking
Not feeling
Work is done
I retreat into darkness
Thinking of our victims
Bothered most by
The children
My people
My mother
Author notes
I wrote this thinking of the Jewish men who were forced to work as guards at concentration camps. Many were chosen by their community to be the "survivor" and tell the world about what happened. These men were to stay alive at all costs and many put their own loved ones into the gas chambers. Responding to #3, but you probably got that.
Written February 7th, 2005
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Well t was an experience, I was warned, all the best, congratulations to all the winners, and god bless
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well done
wow.... my first entry and i am already gobsmacked. beautifully emotional. it really pulled atsomething deep down inside me.. the thought of putting your own mother/child/whatever to death and not having a choice.. i think i would have rather died. thank you so so much for entering this.. good luck x all my love
~Lolly~
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