Roses and Thorns, Holocaust

The roses begun to bleed, as they walk, to the gas chambers.
Their tears dripping down towards the heated ground.
There I was, a small little red rose that was once full of joy.

Now is walking with the fear from the sun, the guns, everything around me.
Three steps, two steps, heart raced missing a beat as I choked.
Death was looking right at me in the eye, mocking and laughing.

Gripping me, my legs were stuck...but. But if I did not move, then the vine would slash me in two.
I would see that vine whip my father, in the blind spot. Making it his demise.
But the echoing of the laughter ringed in my head.

My eyes trained on the chambers, I knew of only one thing and I heard it too.
Those chambers are nothing more then the band of death, every cry is someone's life.
Their cries of terror haunted the place, as I watch with a frozen brow.

SS thorns threw the small little seeds, the ones who were younger then I.
As my head fell to my breast, as my tears became dry. I knew that they will die.
They will die from what they have caused us to feel!

They, those damn SS souls, have killed my pride and my Jewish friends!
Tossing and hurling them into those man fired chambers, grinning and smirking.
The seeds, the babies, did not even have a chance to run, to cry.

The flames burst with their ashes into the sky, I shook with rage.
But before the furry became my light to end their lives, I was moved to the right.
Cursing, and swearing I allowed my feet to become good dogs, following this so called master, Nazi.

My father and I by this time of three weeks looked like a pile of bones.
His face was pale, his eyes were droopy, and his legs fell down.
He hit the Earth with a small little sound, smash...

I tried to get him up, although he was not feed, I was not either.
If only I had the strength, if only I was not afraid.
What went wrong within my head, as I watch him be beaten to death?

The overseer ran up and took the chance; his bread was long as with his nose.
Time seemed to be slow...time was unforgiving, he pulled his gun and with a click.
Red drops of blood hit the ground...I knew. I knew of what happened.

But I was stopped in time it self, once time was back. I saw him there.
My father lying with a dead stare, the bullet went through his forehead and out of the other end of his head.
My eyes wide, my body shook but this was the ocean that was warned to us.

We should have taken the warning, if only we had known.
But the ocean had taken yet another life; my feet dragged me to his corpse body.
Lids looking down and moaning a sigh, he looked so peaceful. So happy.

But I knew that these lids will never truly shine again.
After this more weeks past but something more dreadful came.
On that morning, the day to grieve...if I had any tears left that is.

The gallows we went, pulling our old beaten bodies, twigs or broken looking limbs.
Three ropes tangled with glee they looked like they were talking to each other mocking us, with an unpleasant look.
Three small dead roses were called in, all eyes one them. All lids frozen.

Two were tall, the other was my size but a dead seed.
He was the little angel in the camp.
Three, two...And...One the chairs were lifted and they swung.

The ropes were tight swinging their prey, but as for the little seed.
He still remained, half alive and half past dead.
The Nazi made us walk by and our lids look at the dead.

As I walked with a small struggle from my screaming feet.
I stopped for a moment, which was my mistake.
But for some unwilling reason, I touched his face.

His face was smooth and had not been touched by this sinful place, until now.
He knew he was dying but yet he hanged on for just a little while more.
As I stood there wiping the tears from his own eyes I told him in a small little voice.

"Don't you worry my little seed, you will be welcome you will be freed."

The winds picked up swinging his body left to right, his color was becoming pale.
Cold was his skin now...but..I..but..I still touched him trying to give him love. Something for him to leave.

"I envy you little seed, brother, for you will leave and never come to this hellish hole again."

At that same time his eyes fluttered, his muscles gave in...He was gone.
I stood there for a few more seconds. And something strange happened.
I cried?

From all of this time from my own father's death I did not shed a tear until now!
Just for this little seed that I did not know!
Anger, furry, sadness..Ah! All of these emotions kept clinging onto me!

.....

This night-mare might have been over three years ago.
But my stems are now true branches...Strong but yet still so weak.
I'm now a dead but lovely rose.

Full of promise but yet of despair.
I saw death, I saw hate, I saw my coiled monster become gentle.
If you really want to know what happened. Well I guess its okay to say.

That it's safe for the time well being.
I was freed a year later, after the deaths of over millions in my eyes!
But you know we can all find happiness when things are in the darkness.

If you just turn on the light of hope, then you might see that even the weakness of seeds or roots can become a beautiful flower.

And if you’re a nasty thorn who sees the light, you might become a nice colorful thorn or maybe one day into a rose. Like I was...