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Home
I no longer have a home.
I reside in Theresienstadt now.
I am searching for a place to belong in this atrocity.
The people here say,
“Don’t lose faith” or,
“Home is where the heart is.”
How can I not lose faith when all I have ever done is pray; and the Nazis still took everything I have ever had?
They separated me from my hometown playmates,
They took my grandfather’s watch right from my grasping hands,
They beat me and my mother senseless, killing my mother in the process while forcing my father to watch,
They shot my father in front of me as I lie in the dirt at the brink of death.
The people here say,
“Don’t lose faith” or,
“Home is where the heart is.”
But how can I ever have a home if there is nowhere left for my heart to lie?
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This was a piece that was inspired by Franta bass' Home, Franta was a child in the Holocaust he was age 13 I believe when he wrote this poem, his work is featured in I never saw another butterfly. It inspired me to write this.