Auschwitz - 1942 Poem by Jacob Andrew Jarman

Auschwitz - 1942

Rating: 5.0


The heat strikes my face
scornful, violent
the flame roars, screams
falls silent

dust settles,
like a blanket of snow
curtains over their mistakes
burn it all, they'll never know
the pain, our war creates

stood here in grey attire
at the gates of hell
the stench clings to my skin
the tears of those who fell

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chloe Young 25 June 2009

this is a beautiful poem, although it is easy to read, the language absords and it's very profound <3 10

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Ken E Hall 25 June 2009

Meaningful poem on a page of madnes by a lunatic and if Churchill had not declared war {Nobody else did} god only knows. Fine poem+++10 regards

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Alex Lewis 23 June 2009

This is deep. The title draws you in and the text has such a tremendous power. 10/10

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LOVEFOOL Aka 22 June 2009

You know from the title this is not going an easy read, it is very powerful and well written

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