8th Period Poets

The Little Jewish Boy Standing with his Family, Arms Up

Maryan Salim

I do not want
to die with
my family
together
looking at
the Nazi
army with
their guns

looking up with
our hands up
trying to stop
the Nazi army
with their guns

do not shoot
me I will do
everything you
want looking
at my family
standing with
my hands up
in the air

telling my family
out looking every
place looking at the
world is very dark seeing
the death coming
to us looking at
the Nazi with our
hands up

trying to stop
the Nazi and
save them from
the death
looking at the
Nazi army
standing in front
of us with their guns


Make Me Live

Hassan Hussein

I want to live on earth
To stay with my family
To be happy and enjoy my life
I want to live with freedom
To live with happiness
I don't want to be alone
To make my heart broken
Oh Lord, make me live

I survive the Holocaust
The Nazi armies make me scared
They put my life in chains
They separate my family
Oh Lord, make me live

We were a big community
Hitler made us few
He doesn't want us to live on the earth
To be part of it with the others
Oh Lord, send us an angel
To make us live together

I put my hands up
To pray for you
Oh Lord accept my prayer
and make me live


Jamal Khulagi

Little Polish boy
I'm so sad for you

I feel your pain from
the bottom of my heart

with my eyes sweating
like a rain in the night

Little Polish boy

Sometimes I feel angry
at the way they treated you

I'm strong, I feel like I want
to fight for you

Little Polish boy


To the Little Polish Boy Standing With his Arms Up

Adnan Ahmed

My dream is to be an artist
to create a beautiful painting
Of you little Polish boy

Standing with your beautiful
Hat on your head
with your heart challening
The nazi machine guns
By moving step by step
with your arms holding up

From all the people around
You
You will be the chosen one
The one who will make the
World see

See a picture from your past
That will never be forgotten
A picture that will last
Forever

A picture that looks like a
Key for heaven
For you little Polish boy
That will never be forgotten

A picture that is being
Threatened
By the Nazi machine guns
Pointing at you
Little Polish boy

A little Plish boy standing
along
screaming for help but
nobody is home

I am wishing and wishing
for my dream to become
true

To create a picture of you
a picture that will last
Forever

A little Polish boy standing
alone
screaming for help but
nobody is home
But my picture of you
little Polish boy will bring
Everybody home

Saying lets go little Polish
boy
You are free from hanging
On to the tree

And lets get out of the
Ghetto straight up
to home


Soldiers Standing Behind Me

Mokhtar Nasser

I am the little boy standing up with
my little hat. I am standing with my family
my mother my father and brothers and sisters.
The soldiers are pushing us and our hands
are up in the air like a good similie.
Machine guns pointing at us. We were all
scared.


The Little Boy with his Hands Up

Zeina Fandi

The boy with fear in his eyes
Looking arounds, no where to hide or to go.
He is stuck between thoughts and fear:
"What will happen to me?"

Why wasn't anybody there to take his place?
Why wasn't there anybody there to say
this is wrong?
The boy with his hands up, who
doesn't even understand the world.
Why doesn't anybody see this as
wrong?
When the little boy's hands were up
it was the sign of surrender!
What could that little boy have done?
Nothing!!
The little boy with hands up, no where
to go or hide.

The little boy with his hands up was
caught in the death trap.


This next poem was written in response to the scene in Night where the little pipel, the young boy who looked like a sad-eyed angel, was hanged in front of the people at the Buna concentration camp.

Unknown Angel

Maryan Salim

Passion's strength
like waves at
sea I hear you
whispering out
to me

Do not fear for
me I am here
because of you
I want to help
you to do what
you want to
be

I will catch your
every tear whispering
out to me

I am the calm
throughout the
wild commotion
hearing tears
whispering out
to me

I am the fury of
love's devotion
coming to you

I am the one who
guards your heart
and everything
you are doing
hearing tears
whispering out
to me

I am the angel
in the dark
looking at you
hearing the
tears whispering
out to me