Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Auschwitz-Birkenau

by JAMIE BROWN

Hush, my child,
Heaven waits.
Only our Lord decides our fates.
Hold my hand - but not too tight!
Don't let the soldiers see your fright.

Hide those teardrops.
Stand up tall.
Soon you'll hear the angels call.
Huddle close, don't be afraid,
Our memory will never fade.

Do not struggle.
Do not weep.
Dignity is yours to keep.
Yellow star against your heart,
Prepare, my darling, to depart.

We go now to a better place,
Where people are not judged by race.
Flowers may not mark your grave,
But, my child, you must be brave.

Added: 28.02.2009

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