When was holocaust by barbara sonek written

A beautiful poem.. A poem to remember her by. A poem not to forget what Holocaust has been.. Heart-breaking - - inspired to keep the memories alive showing the worst depths of Nazi rule. Beautiful and sad poem. People really don't understand the real harshness of the never-to-be-forgotten Holocaust. Nazis are evil beings that have no sympathy. Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge The Holocaust was a period in time from to , in which Jews experienced discrimination.

Out of nine million Jews that were living in Germany, over half of them were killed in the Holocaust. All the Jews that were killed were killed because of prejudice and discrimination against them. An event as traumatic and massive as the Holocaust has no choice but to affect the country. Weisel was thrown in and out of concentration camps starting at the age of fifteen until finally his final camp where his father had died was liberated. The tragedies that Weisel along with the other millions of people who suffered were unimaginable and even Weisel himself strived for years to find words that somewhat explained what their experience.

This event was known as the Holocaust. The Holocaust spawned a word that should have never been created, genocide. Mass murder or genocide happens and the world needs to learn about it and its effects. That is why Holocaust education is so important because six million people were brutally murdered, and they can not be forgotten.

Following the war, Germany was forced to pay heavy war reparation taxes, which plunged the state into. The Jewish children whose lives were taken from them, speak through this poem. I smile. My throat is very dry.

Oh, how long the trip had been! When will they give us our water? I stepped off the train. A mist encircled my body. The mist told me of many things to come. What was to happen next? I stood before the officer. His blue eyes flashed with a fierce will. He told me to go to the left. Is this the right direction? The mist came back. It let me see, hear, and feel the pain of others. I know understood. How many children will cry in the night, before one can see?

I was promised a shower. I could feel the icy fingers of death waiting to seize me. Take my life, take it. I am not afraid. How many times can the fires burn before one can hear? I stripped off my clothes. They don't belong to me anymore. Take my clothes, I am as strong as ever. We had dreams, and then we had no hope.

We were taken away in the dead of night like cattle in cars, no air to breath smothering, crying, starving, and dying. Separated from the world to be no more. From the ashes, hear our plea. This atrocity to mankind cannot happen again. Remember us, for we were the children whose dreams and lives were stolen away. I am Eve. With my son Abel.