I'm Meant For This Noose

A poem dedicated to the souls lost during the Holocaust.

Down trodden souls
The rope’s only friends
Forgotten at birth
Read for an end
Stolen from homes
Uprooted by war
Packed onto trains
Soon to be torn
    From family
    From hope
    From love
    And from God.
Everything that
Theses gallows have not.
The gallows are ready
To steal your cold life
Right from your body,
Your child and wife.
And as you stand
Waiting to fall
You open your mouth
You’re ready to call
Out the crowds
And heavens above
“I’m ready to die!
I’m no longer in love-
With the world, with my wife
With my child or friends.
I’m meant for this noose.
I’ll welcome this end!”
Then the ground shifts,
The rope snaps taut
But nobody cares.
They’ve already forgot…

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

I think you capture a moment in time with this very well. It's visual component jumps out and makes the scene take on a very tangible quality.
The last line really seals the deal, as it brings to light mankind's seeming need to turn away from the dead, even if their death was tragic and wrong in coming about.

Very Nice!
Aaron

[Danny Anthony Schromen]

Full of spirit and emotions. I really enjoyed this and hope to read more from you. Thank you for sharing this piece. Take Care.