When I was a Jew ...

Long time ago I had this dream. Recently I talked with my friend about a world. He jogged my interest about Jews. It all lead back to remembering that dream. That is how this poem was inspired.

My daughter was tall

a lanky figure but strong

I was a little man , seventy of age

Atmosphere tense , colored in grey

it was a powerful clue

a bad to happen because I was a jew

Soldiers under Nazi banner appeared

daughter was afraid for me

to general`s sense I appealed

old man`s heart wished to sooth child`s fear

I was dragged outside

and sat next to others on a small curb

boots and uniform in black in front of me stood

A man struggling his nature

just to lose under dogmatic command

my deep blue eyes had a warm understanding glare

The end tapped my shoulder

it whispered a quick murder

last I saw with my sea iris

was  a barrel of luger

From an old dead man˙s body

in a puddle of blood surrounded by cold and screams

to a young man in a warm bed

having one of dreams

Reviews

[Sea Light]

This poem was heartwrenching. It was vividly detailed, almost like it was a moving picture from a past life. By it's self it's a lovely poem, as a story it would satisfy my need for more.

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Hello you :)

I am glad to see that you enjoyed.

[B]

Nothing moves me more than watching any documentary or movie about the Nazis ...... I never once could read poetry about it or read a book of what happened without crying .......

The Jewish people have suffered a great deal ..... And i have met quite a few
Very warm
And compassionate ...... and ever so kind embracing me and i am total stranger
Offering me food ...... I have met so many Jewish people in New York, Germany and Sharm el Sheik

Never have i been treated so well on several occasions by total strangers

So my heart goes out to them and the suffering they had gone through
No human should be under such vile unfairness ......

Thank you for sharing

[Satoshi IroTzu]

I appreciate that you shared this .

Humans treating humans with love and care is natural. It unlocks divinity within us. That is a path to a better reality.

[MFrano1]

People often forget the terrors of the past. I admire that you brought it up and aren't afraid of expressing yourself. You really captured the moment; the terror and protective instinct of the grandfather is almost tangible, and I believe that you dreamt about this, because that's the only way you could make all the emotions and factors coming into play so realistic and heartracking.

[Satoshi IroTzu]

I am glad to see that you enjoyed a poem.
You obviously value the past and for a good reason.
No words, pictures or justice can express or replace a pain that some people live through.
But just like us , they need to keep movin toward better reality.