I Am Holocaust
Judas Ist Meinem Namen

I wake up screaming every night
From visions in my head
I wished I would, I wished I might
Just die here in my bed
The many things I’d seen and done
Imprison now my soul
My innocence, of which I’ve none
A demon came and stole
Was drafted into decadence
To join this chosen horde
A wicked horde of insolence
With hell to look toward
Our clanging train was Poland bound
They didn’t share too much
We’ll guard the Jews who mill around
We’ll keep the peace and such
We reached this winter wonderland
Made prisoners dig a trench
I’m missing so the Fatherland
I can’t believe this stench
Aligning unarmed family men
Their wives and children too
We carried out our orders then
And shot them thru and thru
I led a woman, child in hand
To that secluded place
I couldn’t do it quite as planned
While looking face to face
I told them, “It’s your lucky day
I’ll set you free instead”
So when they turned to run away
I shot and killed them dead
My gravest sin you couldn’t know
It justifies my fate
The reason I’m tormented so
What keeps me up so late
Within a book upon a shelf
The secret no one knew
The hidden truth about myself
That I was too, a Jew
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) since about 2014 and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.



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