Escaping the Nazis

HolesInMyJeans

Once when I was in that place,

fear ran down over my face.

 

Scared that I would be found out,

I hid in various places about.

 

All alone in a barn like shed,

a beating heart, a hurt head.

 

The snow covered the prairie ground,

I saw my breath in the air around.

 

Thinking that this life’s not fair,

how much more would I have to bear?

 

Shall I risk it? Shall I a run?

Will they see me and point their gun?

 

Doubt emerged and entered my space,

for I was the unlucky unchosen race. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: HolesInMyJeans (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 16th, 2025 08:51
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  • sorenbarrett

    Such a horrific metaphor for discrimination of any type. This poem in the first person sends power to the message and I can feel the fear and tension.

  • Poetic Licence

    Although the write refers to a horrific part of history and the persecution a race suffered, it also highlights there should be no descrmination of any sort, nicely expressed and written

  • Tony36

    Excellent write



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