One day (remember me while I am still breathing).
One day they will see
They will cry and weep over me.
They refer to me as if I was a thief, a criminal.
They refuse to acknowledge my existence, my past.
To them I am an animal.
Only when I’m gone do they think
-Do they reflect.
‘This boy, he did no wrong’
he did not hate
-I was alive
Alive and free
To be taken, taken away from-
My life, no value, I do not have a name
I have no shame.
I am a young Jewish boy
Proud and free
Trying to live.
Live in this world-
Protect me while I am still breathing
Gift me the gift of life
Life is the greatest gift of all.
© Yasha Or Binyamin.
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