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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is another historical work of mine about the Holocaust. I began thinking one day in honours chemistry class about what it would be like to be in your flat and to be arrested and deported to some strange place for no reason, other than being Jewish, of Roma descent, homosexual, communist, or any other number of things, and so this is what came. Enjoy and remember.

A quiet dream lingers
on the tips of my fingers,
a light and silvery mist.
A gunshot outside,
we run, we hide,
the quiet dream already missed.
They come, they take,
our hearts, they break,
we know the end is near.
We hope, we pray,
so comes the day,
this train is hell on earth.
We get off the car,
home is far,
we are left with nothing but fear.
We are put into lines,
the date, the time
does not matter anymore.
It's 1943,
and all that we see
is a sign --Arbeit Macht Frei.

Submitted: March 14, 2009

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OOOH, VERY GOOD! You are back. Great rifts in this poem and the story kept me on the edge of my seat!!! Sharp snappy sentences...YEAH, I really enjoyed this delightful peace of art.

Sun, March 15th, 2009 12:25pm


Yay! Yeah I'm back! lol. Thanks as always for reading, and I'm glad you like it! =D

Sun, March 15th, 2009 10:21am


Oh wow... this blew me away! You have talent.. I look forward to reading more. :)

Sat, March 21st, 2009 4:26am


Thanks so much! I'm glad you like it! =D

Sat, March 21st, 2009 2:39pm


loove it!

Thu, April 16th, 2009 1:36am



Thu, April 16th, 2009 7:05pm


amazing and heartfelt! i loved it

Thu, August 6th, 2009 4:09am


Thank you very much! Glad you enjoyed it!

Thu, August 13th, 2009 4:11am

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