1. Found Poem
As I wear the blue and white stripes of persecution
My freedom is being robbed from me
Separated from the world to be no more
Speech and silence are one
I am sleeping peacefully and going slowly about my work
But what is sleep in front of Death?
It is so quiet
It is as if everyone has died
We are weeping form the cold
Children are huddled together, rigid with terror
Two victims have perished for absolutely no reason at all
Crimes against humanity never die, only the victims
There’s no running from the Holocaust
Remember us, for we were the children whose dreams and lives were stolen away