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Holocaust Remembrance
"To forget the Holocaust is to kill twice.” - Elie Wiesel, Holocaust Survivor
Holocaust Memorial Day takes place each year on January 27, which is the anniversary of the day the Red Army liberated the Auschwitz concentration camp. It is a day to remember the millions of people murdered in the Holocaust, under Nazi Persecution, and in the genocides which followed in Cambodia, Rwanda, Bosnia, and Darfur. Holocaust survivor Simon Wiesenthal once said, "For evil to flourish, it only requires good men to do nothing."
Mrs. Comardelle's 7th grade Literature students recently wrote their own original poems about the Holocaust. Please take a moment to read, reflect, learn from the past, and be inspired by the writing of these 7th grade students.
It was just one day
When the Nazi’s came to the gateway.
They started knocking on doors on the outside,
Just to say “Are you Jewish? Let me come inside.”
They started grabbing people off streets,
So people started to retreat.
The sight to see became a ghost town as far as the eye could see,
Because people started to flee.
It was chaos in the city as if hell broke free,
There were tears and screams as people were brought to be
the workers of Germany.
They put us to work and to do the chores that were assigned,
But if you did wrong you were punished like Superman and his kryptonite.
-written by 7th grader Cody Lister
Between life and death
To understand the Holocaust, it will take great depth.
Why? Why? Why?
Blonde hair, blue eyes.
Why were the Germans so cruel?
Why would they want to kill the light of the Jewish faith’s jewel?
Poison gas kills so fast,
I feel so sad and very mad
So little respect for life and death,
For a country with great depth.
-written by 7th grader Kathryn Sprawls
“Hitler’s Propaganda”
Persuaded Germans
Death determined
Nazis kill
Jews are ill
Gas chambers
Killed strangers
All because of lies
Fear in Jewish eyes
Hope to live
Jews perished away
Their story still told today
-written by 7th grader Cash Mitchell
“I Remember”
A hell I knew to be my birth,
Because us Jews have little hope.
I can’t believe I’m alive to this day,
I give glory to God for making a way.
I had to sleep on the floor,
And waking up to the Nazis kicking down my door.
This life we live is strange,
Been lost since I was young.
I feel like I’m alone,
Nobody to talk to or call because they are all gone.
I am stronger than they believe,
Just like a mustard seed,
When I grew they look in disbelief.
I know Hitler thinks we fear him,
But the only man we fear is the one who created him.
I remember waking up with no destination,
But I had some dedication, just couldn’t use my education.
I know I’m the motivation,
When they see me, they see a hero.
-written by 7th grader Jaden Keelen
“Being a German Woman”
I see the pain and sorrow from the eyes of a Jew,
Filled with red, where tears withdrew.
I can do nothing but observe,
The screams and cries still occur.
I can’t fight for peace,
But I know the killings will increase.
I know it is wrong,
But we must stay strong.
For who knows how long,
It’s painful to see,
But gladly, it’s not me.
I had to hide that I care,
For I would get the stare.
And be treated the same way,
And have to obey.
It breaks my heart,
For all the families that part,
Skin dirtier than dirt,
No food. No dessert.
I couldn’t imagine,
How could this happen?
-written by 7th grader Adeline Austin
“The Secret World”
Right under our noses, there was a whole world below,
Of people being persecuted for reasons they didn’t know.
They were forced against their will,
And didn’t know if their families were going to be killed.
The soldiers, with all the evil in their hearts,
Punished them and pulled families apart.
All the while the outside had no clue,
As to what the Jews were going through.
-written by 7th grader Nathan Naccari
"The Vacation”
The vacation they promised,
Brought me sorrow and tears.
The vacation they promised,
Had inflicted pure fear.
I know they’ve been dishonest,
I know my end is near.
My stomach churns,
As I get a horrible chill.
My pained heart yearns,
For a moment where all is still.
The vacation they promised,
Is the one that had me killed.
-written by 7th grader Annabelle Oliva
“Lives Left on a String”
Trains filled with plenty
And yet everything feels empty
They just found us and used us
And not so suddenly abused us
Kids still in elementary
Being burned by the plenty
Guards being placed in the yard
Our lives relying on a thread of yarn
Digging in the yard
Our lives belong to the guards.
-written by an anonymous 7th grader
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