He fought valiant for his country and his King

Now on a battlefield to his life, he does cling

Yells for his Mother, thinks of a love long ago

As his tears into bloody mud begin to flow

The heavy cold rain falls from the dark skies

Hits him like bullets where; he now lies

Everything has been taken; nothing gained

Loved ones will mourn his earthly remains

He knows he will soon be part of the Earth

Where he will no longer pain or can be hurt

Only a simple marker to mark where he fell

Days go slow
Years go fast
Life won't wait
Pain won't last

Joy will come
Dawn will rise
Find your place
Chase the prize

Doubts go away
Dreams come true
Happiness in life
Depends on you

Don't accept defeat
Fight the strife
Carve your path
It's Your Life

I'm thinking about
giving up.
Every day, a loop,
every hour a year.
Does it really matter if I'm here?
Scars on my thighs remind me,
Of what I truly am.
Claw marks of a dead women,
Where I used to be.
Smoke bellows,
from my veins
To kiss the ceiling softly.
Would you miss me?
I'm dirty.
No matter how hard I scrub,
this layer of filth never ceases
But I chose this for myself.
I wish
I was pure.
I wish,
there was cure.

‘Our daughters will be burned at the stake!
According to the medieval model.
The flame will consume our innocent Jewish sisters.’
Else Lasker-Shuler 1932.

***

They threw the books upon the pyre, filled the streets with ashes,
To watch the Nazi student’s hide, bullets in tongue lashes.
Smoke rises high releasing text, can’t learn, lost books can’t read,
To be destroyed on paper, burnt words, define new creed.