In honor of Irving & Lisa Kamrat
Torn, yanked and pulled from the nest without warning
Sent walking in circles without a direction or future in sight
Bare of feet until the bottoms begin to burn, scrape and bleed
Yet I live
Seven months of age my only son, my baby boy
Pulled from his mother’s arms as together we watch him thrown to the fires!
Yet I live
Thrown on a train to nowhere, so I think
Crushed by the piles of living human bodies lying atop me
Adele my darling, where are you?
Yet I live
Unaware of the amnesia about to
set in from the weight of these men
atop my head. Adele I said, “Where is the boy?”
Yet I Live
Torn, yanked and pulled from the nest without warning
Sent walking in circles without a direction or future in sight
Bare of feet until the bottoms begin to burn, scrape and bleed
Yet I live
Seven months of age my only son, my baby boy
Pulled from his mother’s arms as together we watch him thrown to the fires!
Yet I live
Thrown on a train to nowhere, so I think
Crushed by the piles of living human bodies lying atop me
Adele my darling, where are you?
Yet I live
Unaware of the amnesia about to
set in from the weight of these men
atop my head. Adele I said, “Where is the boy?”
Yet I Live
Weeks go by I know not where I am, nor who I am
Nevertheless, these people dressed in gray, with hats odd of shape, they are out to get me. This I know for sure!
Yet I live
One day I awaken: Again, I am Itzhak. The Itzhak I have known for a lifetime
How I wish I would freeze with this thing called amnesia.
Sadly, I am not frozen and again these men in gray, they are coming to take me away.
Yet I live
Against the wall says the gray man!
“One hundred slashes to the back of the man named Itzhak.”
For what I shout, I need and want to know? “Because, says the man in gray “do you know Itzhak that you are a Jew?!” Yes, gray man I know
I am jew. The rifle smashing down across my mouth as all of my teeth spew forth
Yet I Live
They tell me Delirium set in once I was back in the cubicle.
Lying there with wretched blood dripping down my back onto the decayed
miniscule mattress….
Infection sure to set in soon, along with the stench of deterioration.
Yet I live
Left alone too recover, “For what gray man shall I live , I do not know!”
but for the gray men, it is all about the torture!
This I know for sure! I want to die. I want to die a jew!
Yet I Live
The door swings open and crashes against the wall
Up Itzhak, Up they say……………”Mach Schnell” say the gray men
Weak …so very,very weak but I stand….
the weight of the world and all the dead on my narrow shoulders
Yet I Live
It is time for you to go
To the end I say
To the end they say
One less jew
Put the Jew named Itzhak into the gas chamber says one gray man to the other.
The door slams shut. The gray men leave.
The air fills swiftly with fumes of gas and the smell of death.
Yes, oh yes sweet death is finally here!
Schma Israel adonai elohanou adonai achod …
Hear O Israel, The Lord is our God, The Lord is One
Yet I Live....
Nevertheless, these people dressed in gray, with hats odd of shape, they are out to get me. This I know for sure!
Yet I live
One day I awaken: Again, I am Itzhak. The Itzhak I have known for a lifetime
How I wish I would freeze with this thing called amnesia.
Sadly, I am not frozen and again these men in gray, they are coming to take me away.
Yet I live
Against the wall says the gray man!
“One hundred slashes to the back of the man named Itzhak.”
For what I shout, I need and want to know? “Because, says the man in gray “do you know Itzhak that you are a Jew?!” Yes, gray man I know
I am jew. The rifle smashing down across my mouth as all of my teeth spew forth
Yet I Live
They tell me Delirium set in once I was back in the cubicle.
Lying there with wretched blood dripping down my back onto the decayed
miniscule mattress….
Infection sure to set in soon, along with the stench of deterioration.
Yet I live
Left alone too recover, “For what gray man shall I live , I do not know!”
but for the gray men, it is all about the torture!
This I know for sure! I want to die. I want to die a jew!
Yet I Live
The door swings open and crashes against the wall
Up Itzhak, Up they say……………”Mach Schnell” say the gray men
Weak …so very,very weak but I stand….
the weight of the world and all the dead on my narrow shoulders
Yet I Live
It is time for you to go
To the end I say
To the end they say
One less jew
Put the Jew named Itzhak into the gas chamber says one gray man to the other.
The door slams shut. The gray men leave.
The air fills swiftly with fumes of gas and the smell of death.
Yes, oh yes sweet death is finally here!
Schma Israel adonai elohanou adonai achod …
Hear O Israel, The Lord is our God, The Lord is One
Yet I Live....
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