When the me of 6 years
heard grown up speak of
concentration camps
the 6 year old I
Thought camps for people to think
The teenage me
thought
6 year old me
was stupid
as teen knew about
Jews and Germans
and 6,000,000 lost souls
The me of now
Knows the same as the teen
and
agrees
with me of 6
A concentration camp
is just that
a place to concentrate
not on the luxuries of
making the world a better place
or
who is to blame
but
of purity
purity
of thought and deed
and existence
pure thought
in every second
of your remaining
thoughts of
how to live
a little bit more
if you can
when everywhere
and
everyone around you
greets death
In the concentraion camps
the six million had think to exist
in their purest form
hanging on to the last breath
of every second that they had left.
hmmm, a very unique treatise on the subject. 'think to exist -concentrate on living every last second'. Thank you for the intellectual dimension this poem offers. Jim
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank goodness more and more poeple have started to see how wrong it was. Nothing good comes out of Man's will to control others. Well written.