Arthur Weil Poems
- Holocaust Victim Robbed of my childhood, Bundled in smelly ...
- Pressure Cooker I am in the pressure cooker of life Can you ...
- I Cry No More I cry no more, those wet salty tears Instead ...
- Haircut I have wooly, wavy, woozy silvery hair Cut just 20% ...
- Mother Of Tomorrow One gem - one total new idea. Yes the ...
- In The Woods The evergreen, the Ponderosa, the Sequoia Tower...
- The Veteran Pity the poor slob Who waddles like a dragged ...
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Robbed of my childhood,
Bundled in smelly rags,
Humiliated to the lowest ebbs of Hell,
Stiffened with fright
Cannot distinguish day from night.
Swollen stomach, gnawing sickness,
Sunken, hollow eyes.
The heart beats,
Why survive? Why stay alive?
Like a beaten, degraded animal
That has felt man's inhumanity
Loved ones torn apart,
How can other creatures
Partake in such ghastly features?
Maimed, demonstrably scarred for life
I must survive! I must survive!
The heart beats.