The Thief’s Game (Holocaust Memorial Poem)


Separated. Lost. Alone.
Chilled to the very bone.
Men to the right and women to the left.
All by the order of one man guilty of theft.
Theft of childhoods and lives alike.
Being forced to take that lifelong hike.
Dreaming of food that will not come.
Trying to convince myself not to succumb.
Succumb to the almost certain fate.
Most won’t make it past that wretched gate.
Countless days fighting the battle.
Treated worse than even the sickliest cattle.
Only one escape from the thief’s ghastly game.
So many dreadful ways to make the body go lame.
All that’s left are the ghostly moans.
Of those,
Separated. Lost. Alone.

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