Poem.
Unbelievable, how something can be so unspeakable
No human mind can grasp all these gray, torn pictures
But the monochromatic tones make the picture distorted
Maybe it was just a dream, a nightmare?
The story is well known,
It is engraved in our minds.
Young, tall, weak trees
Standing there, side by side, but everyone is on his own.
Behind the fence they march
Fences that are made of fear
They can not move nor can they speak
With roots that go too deep
They glare faceless to the sky
Trying to catch a bird in the corner of their eye
They are ashamed of what they have become
Lines of numbers with no emotions
No soul
Hunger and cold overcame all the other thoughts
And peace can only be achieved by rails
Trains that can take them to a different view
No matter what the view will be
These different fences make the hope revive
But the hope is useless while it is silent
And the trees fall, one by one
To the blood soaked ground
They surrender to the fear
No energy was left in their wings
If only they had known back then,
Trees can let go of their roots and fly away
If only they had stand together against the fence
So they kept waiting for a bird to come
But it came only to a few of them,
The others were left for the fence to deal with
Some will find their dove with blood shot eyes
After years of suffering
Others will have to overcome the fear all by them self
But most of them won the opportunity to witness birds’ flight from above
For eternity
Background:
About a month ago, our class had a tour to Yad Vashem, which is the World Holocaust Center in Jerusalem. I think this tour had the most significant affect on me of all the occasions revolving this issue (and we had -a lot- of tours and ceremonies about the Holocaust).
For some reason, the pictures, the films, the testimony's, and most of all - the part in the museum where they had put the actual floor from Warsaw, were absolutely and unbelievably hard to absorb and understand without getting dizzy of all the information. For example, in the part with the Warsaw floor....I just couldn't stand there - I felt as if, if I would stand on it I am going to brake too many moral rules to even try, although my class mates didn't appear to have any problem at all with the idea. Maybe it is because most of them had been in the actual place on their trip to Poland, in which I did not participate (I was in the middle of studying for the psychometric exam and couldn't leave it behind even for a week). Probably they had these feelings and thoughts back then. And I "suffer" from them now.
Any way, the reason I am telling you about this experience is because when we were heading back home, I had some kind of enlightenment and my writing skills came back after 2 years of non-existence. Than, at home, I made a few changes and perfected it until I got the final result with which I was happy, and this is the one you read earlier.
And by the way, here is a link to the Yad Vashem website if anyone is interested, I think it's worth a look: http://www.yadvashem.org/
No human mind can grasp all these gray, torn pictures
But the monochromatic tones make the picture distorted
Maybe it was just a dream, a nightmare?
The story is well known,
It is engraved in our minds.
Young, tall, weak trees
Standing there, side by side, but everyone is on his own.
Behind the fence they march
Fences that are made of fear
They can not move nor can they speak
With roots that go too deep
They glare faceless to the sky
Trying to catch a bird in the corner of their eye
They are ashamed of what they have become
Lines of numbers with no emotions
No soul
Hunger and cold overcame all the other thoughts
And peace can only be achieved by rails
Trains that can take them to a different view
No matter what the view will be
These different fences make the hope revive
But the hope is useless while it is silent
And the trees fall, one by one
To the blood soaked ground
They surrender to the fear
No energy was left in their wings
If only they had known back then,
Trees can let go of their roots and fly away
If only they had stand together against the fence
So they kept waiting for a bird to come
But it came only to a few of them,
The others were left for the fence to deal with
Some will find their dove with blood shot eyes
After years of suffering
Others will have to overcome the fear all by them self
But most of them won the opportunity to witness birds’ flight from above
For eternity
Background:
About a month ago, our class had a tour to Yad Vashem, which is the World Holocaust Center in Jerusalem. I think this tour had the most significant affect on me of all the occasions revolving this issue (and we had -a lot- of tours and ceremonies about the Holocaust).
For some reason, the pictures, the films, the testimony's, and most of all - the part in the museum where they had put the actual floor from Warsaw, were absolutely and unbelievably hard to absorb and understand without getting dizzy of all the information. For example, in the part with the Warsaw floor....I just couldn't stand there - I felt as if, if I would stand on it I am going to brake too many moral rules to even try, although my class mates didn't appear to have any problem at all with the idea. Maybe it is because most of them had been in the actual place on their trip to Poland, in which I did not participate (I was in the middle of studying for the psychometric exam and couldn't leave it behind even for a week). Probably they had these feelings and thoughts back then. And I "suffer" from them now.
Any way, the reason I am telling you about this experience is because when we were heading back home, I had some kind of enlightenment and my writing skills came back after 2 years of non-existence. Than, at home, I made a few changes and perfected it until I got the final result with which I was happy, and this is the one you read earlier.
And by the way, here is a link to the Yad Vashem website if anyone is interested, I think it's worth a look: http://www.yadvashem.org/