Jaclyn Van


Holocost - Poem by Jaclyn Van

I am but four
Forced in a train
Crammed in with others
My stomachs in pain
I have not eaten
My stomachs upset
This is my last day
I could only bet
father has died
mothers on her way
I search for the right words
But I have nothing to say
I say as much as I have
Living scared day to day
How did the hatred in his eyes
Look at me that way
I am but four
And have seen it all
I have seen my sisters
Shot and fall
I am but four
Living in hell
Locked up in a dark
For walled cell
My family is all gone
And I soon to be to
The gas is turning on
Mom all soon be with you


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011


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