The Best of the Worst

Poem about the Holocaust


The place where I was
Was as cold as I ice
The only thing I wanted
Was to be recalled to life

The only thing I had to eat
Was a piece of bread
We had to work all day
While the sky was grey

One day they told us
That peace was coming
“I hope that that is real”
I said to my loving.

Pen name: Frank Praia
Category C