A Poem

My Name is Hannah
I am but four
My Horror awaits
at the knock of a door

Its not just the sound
or the startled peace
Or the constant banging
that will not cease
Its the wicked souls
that linger behing
the evil thoughts of
corrupted minds
that criticize proud
teacheing our religion
isnt allowed
they ransack our house
taking our stuff
not once do they trust
our uncertain bluff
"no one else is here"
My father has said
The solider nodded his ugly head
But before he replies
the light hits my eyers
I knew it was over
right there and right then
I tried so har to cover it upthe solider turned
his face towards me
from this moment on
i was a still as can be
Trying to escape
from his evil eyes
Then all of a sudden he cracked a smile
My dad stood there
speechless all the while
He opens the door
and moves stuff aroud
then all of a sudden
i fall to the ground
he picks me up
takes my father too
and forces us out
of the home we once knew
I rode on the train
for days on end
And my body still lingers
of unspeakable pain
I hear stories around me
of Hitler's new reign
Then all of a sudden
the train makes a stop
Mt stomach does a humongus flip'flop
My father hugs me
and holds me so colse
because we survived
unlike the lucky most
"We arrived at camp"
I hear some one say
While my wobbly legs
down the olld ramp
make way
And the all i see
is "work makes you free"
The soliders then take me
with other girls too
away from my father
who mouthes me
"I love you"and then i was told
that my clothes they would hol
ashamed i would be
but they made me
they told us that we
would finally be clean
but the look in their eyes
was grim and mean
then the "water" turned on
and the old stench was gone
a new one appeared
it took me a moment
then i figured it out
but then I was gone
And i fell to the floor
the look on my face
was worse then before
My name is Hannah
I am but four
My name was added
to the Nazi's score

"The Nazi's Score"
By:Emily Kozy