The Fearless Child

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about a young Jewish boy facing death by gas in a concentration camp.

Submitted: October 22, 2010

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The Child

The Child waited in the line

that moved along, taking its time.

The stench of death was in the air

the death to which he was aware.

Old, young, and adults they were

Live that were fruitful until war was stirred.

Of the line of Abraham with stars on their chests

They shuffled into the building to join the rest.

Some cried, and some yelled in horror

This was it, the was no tomorrow.

But the Child looked ahead without a word

Instead, he prayed in his mind to his Lord.

People asked him why he was calm

When their end was coming right along.

He replied "I am done here, my life expired.

I have no fear of that Nazi fire.

"Because when the pain is done

I will be safe with the loving Son.

He will great me with open arms,

and then I will be safe from all harm."

And so the boy walks slowly

Toward the flames willingly.

No anxiety on his young sweet face

For he had assurance in Amazing Grace.


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