No Hope, No Hope

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem I wrote about the Holocaust after reading The Diary of Anne Frank.

Submitted: January 01, 2010

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Submitted: January 01, 2010

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From the barnyard hall,
I hear the call of the dove.
No hope, it cries, no hope.
 
As we march to the train,
I read the words on a man’s lips.
No hope, he says, no hope.
 
Sitting on the train,
I hear the wails of a baby.
No hope, it wails, no hope.
 
Walking past the gas chambers,
I see the eyes of the Jews lined before them.
No hope, they say, no hope.
 
As I stand at the door of the chamber,
I hear the shriek of a bird.
No hope, it shrieks, no hope.
 
Now, as gas fills the chamber,
I know there’s no hope for me.
No hope, I whisper, no hope.


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