BROKEN & "Ares: God of War " - Holocaust Poetry and Poems

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Two Poems from our Holocaust Poetry Collection

BROKEN

Author:	Casey Kenny

Poem:	BROKEN

	I am a skeleton that’s alive Of life I have been deprived. My faith is a Jew. My number is 7-5-1-2. My life was great, I knew not my fate. My hopes were high, Till the day the bombs fell from the sky. That day my family was divided, I hoped we would again be reunited. I was put on a train heading one way, I dreamed of my family the rest of the day. The train traveled into the unknown, When it stopped the soldiers took me to a- designated zone. People were being sorted by age, The young were put behind a metal cage. A soldier took away my name, I saw that everyone was treated the same. The soldier gave me a number And a wood board for my slumber. I was put with the others in a type of house, There’s barely any room for a mouse. There’s not enough food for us all And everyday more of us fall. At night I hear grown men screaming, Nobody in here is dreaming. I lay on my board And I pray to the Lord. Please deliver me from here, For my life I fear. Watch over my family and friends Until they meet their ends. Please strengthen my soul, Fix in my heart this empty hole. Take me away from life this night, Before I see dawn’s first light. Please I pray To find that I’m alive the next day. With my unanswered prayers, I begin to wonder if He still cares. The days are long and gray, Here the children don’t play. The people are worked without a break, Here you pay with your life for a mistake. I can hear the machine gun sound, The now dead fall to the ground. To collect the bodies was my job, But never could I do it without a sob. The bodies piled high. I begin to cry. Is this where my family went. I pray to God to give me a hint. The battle rages on outside the fence, The situation is so intense. The night sky is bright With the soldier’s firefight. Everyday I hope for something, Escape to the allies when their bells ring. Other’s pray for a faster death, trying to end their breath. I can’t imagine a fate worse then this, Behind a fence beaten by the fist. Life isn’t worth living, Not when I’m left here body thinning. Everyday is the same, And everyday the allies never came. Still I wait for them to come around the bend, I hope they’ll be here before my end. Slowly within I die. To faith, hope, and love I say goodbye. Now there’s nothing inside, Not even a hint of pride. I do my best to hide in my denial. I try to hide in death a while. I am broken beyond repair, I don’t know how my mind will fare. When the allies came I wasn’t there, I’m mentally gone in the corner pulling hair. Once a man now a hallowed shell, I can no longer listen for the allies’ bell.

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"Ares: God of War "

Author:	Jerry Brown

Poem:	"Ares: God of War "

	Hark, and hear the thunder roar Look and see the lightning flash Nay.. nay I say.. tis not Zues nor Thor you hear Tis I ..... Ares, God of War The flash of shot , the roar of cannon, Another madman off to mammon Ravage and rape and pilage the land Kill every one and destroy all that you can These Attilas, Hitlers, Bonapartes and such They kill and ruin all they touch Tis for God and country many say Or for freedom or religion we fight this day Since time began, tis the same old story They start these wars for their own glory Some will perish, with there lot Others will flee away , only to arise again to kill some other way Since stone and lance, arrow and bow Now planes and rockets, and the mighty bomb These toys of death you use to kill To taunt or bend others to your will All these things you use to no avail You war and die and go away Yet thru the ages I will travail I'll be here forever and ever and maybe a day So war and kill , enjoy your lust Slay your neighbor if you must Yet one last war must be done Its called the Battle of Armagedon When the lord will come from heaven on high Destroy all your armies and all you evil men will die He'll reign in peace for a thousand year Naught will know of war or fear To Olympus I will return For this is where to be I yearn Upon the mount I'll spread my fleece There I'll rest for a millenium of peace I'll drink the nectar of the gods I'll sit and look down upon the world I'll sing praises to the God of Gods And bless the peace he has unfurled I am Ares........... God of War A poem: by Jerry Brown bless the lord for giving me the power to write these words

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