A Child’s Request

We were free, we played, we laughed, we were loved.
We were taken from the arms of our parents and thrown into the gas.
We were nothing more than children.
We had a future.
We were going to be lawyers, rabbis, teachers, doctors, mothers, fathers.
We all had dreams, then we had no hope.
We were taken away in the dead of night like cattle in cars, no air to breathe, crying, starving, dying.
Camps our new home.
A little ration of food was a blessing from g-d
Living in the camps filled us with terror.
Separated from the world, we were no more.
From the smoldering ashes, hear our plea.
This abomination at the hands of mankind cannot happen again.
Remember, for we were the children whose dreams and lives were stolen away.

Max is an avid soccer player, news junkie, and enthusiastic reader.