A poem I wrote in High School after watching Schindler's List, it shook me...badly |
Down the streets – Crystal Night. Down the streets, the men came marching A sea of black, white, and murky gray, Ice chilled eyes and predatory smiles Watch as all hell is unleashed Satan sighs in distasteful bliss, As families are torn apart Children ripped from mother's sanctuary Lovers separated with one last kiss Fated, to see each other, never again. A trial by gunfire, the ethnic battle lost. Hurry now to move these people and rush, their history to erase. Six centuries of a lifetime, one moment of obliteration. See the men come marching, marching All their hearts dead to the world Guns ablaze and eyes devoid Unaffected by the haunting cries. Shadows shift, as one more falls now Eyes unseeing; no longer among the living. Blurry scenes, an everlasting moment as time tracks by, eternity fleeting… Now as the men are marching, marching See the child, scarlet velvet, fascinating… Against the wave of cruel death, She walks… She watches… Ice blue eyes piercing darkness Innocence saved, and heart set afire. This child now, which no one sees Observes the damage, and the cause. Across the street she passes children, All their shirts and dresses alike. Of black and white, and pale gray No attention paid this child receives As the holy-mess proceeds in darkness. Away she goes now, softly - sadly at the door she stops and stares… One child now, a burning beacon To the few who witness her. Emotions pure and openly viewed She turns her back to the world around her, Slipping silently through the door to be seen, never more, An angel assailed by the chaos current Crying tears of redeeming grace. So as the men come marching, marching an angel graced the place this night Where lives are lost and then forgotten, Soon this tragedy shall be done. For angels cry and god adorns them the redeeming grace they do beseech. Pray you now, for the lives that were lost there, over half a century ago. For like the angel watching, waiting God grants those who do beseech. Souls defiled are now reborn, to watch and wait for their return. Catch it now, I pray you try to. The burning hate that sits inside Sitting here, I'm wishing, praying. That in this present we don’t; repeat the sins of long ago. Remember the angel, who walks among us. In her scarlet velvet, and ice tinted eyes. She observes and retains, and then does judge. Pray you should that we do not repeat, the fateful sins of that crystal night. Dedicated to the many who lost their lives 50 years ago in a certain event, I do not wish to tell the name, but I hope that it is evident… Remember, we are very close, in this present day to repeating the sins of the past, we should do more than just pray for peace and love… ::shrugs:: I'm just an author with an opinion. |