I wrote this after reading 'The Book Thief' by Markus Zusak. The book made me really appreciate the full horrors of the Holocaust. I knew it was horrific before but 'The Book Thief' spoke to my emotions more than the History books.
Weary as a dying pulse's pace
A millenniums-old struggle in a years-old face
A hollow, broken shadow of a man
With clinging fingers and slipping hands
A human life ripped at the seams
With aching bones and shattered dreams
In his vulnerability he's just a child
Breaking down at cruelty's smile
And such a hideous beating it should be untrue
The beating of his own heart is black and blue
A shredded soul and a bloody heart
And melting eyes shedding slivers of glass
To them, this matters no amount;
His Star of David is all that counts.