Ebensee Concentration Camp survivors, photographPoetry Based on Holocaust Testimonies The Society February 26, 2017 Culture, High School Submissions, Poetry 2 Comments A Million Thoughts Based on the Holocaust testimony of Bertha Haberfeld By Surina Patel A million thoughts are rushing through my brain, The looming gas chamber ahead of me, The sounds I hear and the sights that I see, The mud beneath my numb feet from the rain, Everything feels unreal—all of this pain, Living as a Jew, I could not foresee, Taking my last breath—death comes upon me, What did I deserve to go down this lane? I open my eyes and let out a scream, The sights—the sounds—the feelings—it felt so real, So afraid now, I don’t know what to do, When will these nightmares end—all of these dreams? I can’t escape all the feelings I feel, Fear is controlling me—all I’ve been through A Home Bid Farewell Based on the Holocaust testimony of Joseph Aleksander By Juliana Phan Bid farewell to home—to games in the yard, to Friday night cholent, its wafting scent— Watch the smoke of extinguished hearth ascend, leaving behind a dwindling warmth and scars By neighbors’ hands, the home is torn apart School bullies that attacked without relent return as laws and priests that lack dissent and distinguish only by yellow stars Hate burns the home, reason, and one’s dreaming; Ships off hope to either death or labor in railroads that screech to unknown futures To those who’ve lost their homes and life’s meaning faith and strength don’t matter. Their sole savior is the kindness hate has not yet fractured Now By Bill Feng Based on the Holocaust testimony of Nathan Shapow Think only of Now and save yourself lament. In Magdeburg- slouch and pow! Another person dead. There is no time for even mere content. The planes come, with no German’s consent, everyone just runs, nothing to be said. Think only of Now and save yourself lament. The Germans claim of a well-planned event, and say that we shall be relocated. There is no time for even mere content. Rumors of inevitable death start to ferment, jump the electrical fence because of increasing dread. Think only of Now and save yourself lament. In the sewers we stay with one intent, to make sure the camp will not be our deathbed, there is no time for even mere content. The hours pass, to my torment, until the Americans win and our problems shed. Think only of Now and save yourself lament, Now is the time for everlasting content. The Descent down the Mountain Based on the Holocaust testimony of Natan Gipsman By Edward Kim Dante says heaven’s on top of a purgatory mound Men will fight to rise away from punishment’s might But the height we go up to only leads to hellish ground Even as we workers of light survive underground To face down is sometimes better than to see man’s worst plight Dante says heaven’s on top of a purgatory mound Guards shove us in; with whips the guards pound The squashed strain upwards to escape from death’s sight But the height we go up to only leads to hellish ground We feel the trial of pain; we fall with blue stripes all around For every escapee, punishment by tenfold will ignite Dante says heaven’s on top of a purgatory mound Even as I rise up from stars, my sight unsteady, unsound Thoughts of pain worse than hell will make others take flight But the height we go up to only leads to hellish ground With the world upside down, I know that some may have found A place with no sorrows where one could wait for daylight Dante says heaven’s on top of a purgatory mound But the height we go up to only leads to hellish ground The above are all students of Oxford Academy, in Orange County, California. 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