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Position:Home>Poetry> My Holocaust Poem... read??Question:Rumors reach those poor deaf ears Dismissing them as lies and fears Eyes to bloody trenches bound Death and blame crash all around Fight the urge to run away To join the dirst just to decay They'll come soon, the'll set us free Not soon enough, blood is all you see Depression destroys your fight for life Determination seems such a useless strife Hold on for me, just one more day Keep those hateful souls at bay Loss of faith, loss of hope Loosen the bind, untie the rope Longing for the friend you need I'm here for you follow my lead I don't know this burden or what you feel But tell me all you have to reveal If they come for you today Whisper in my ear and say: "Don't pray for me, the mourners prayer Pray for my life and how I'll fare God! Give me life and I'll use it well And of my story, I will tell" Everywhere you tread, leave your mark Especially in this hopeless dark Push through the fog, lift your veil Open their eyes with your tale (check for pt. 2) Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Rumors reach those poor deaf ears Dismissing them as lies and fears Eyes to bloody trenches bound Death and blame crash all around Fight the urge to run away To join the dirst just to decay They'll come soon, the'll set us free Not soon enough, blood is all you see Depression destroys your fight for life Determination seems such a useless strife Hold on for me, just one more day Keep those hateful souls at bay Loss of faith, loss of hope Loosen the bind, untie the rope Longing for the friend you need I'm here for you follow my lead I don't know this burden or what you feel But tell me all you have to reveal If they come for you today Whisper in my ear and say: "Don't pray for me, the mourners prayer Pray for my life and how I'll fare God! Give me life and I'll use it well And of my story, I will tell" Everywhere you tread, leave your mark Especially in this hopeless dark Push through the fog, lift your veil Open their eyes with your tale (check for pt. 2) nice job! i wish i was good at poetry |