there is such violence brewing,
I don't know what to say...
righteous anger dipped in silence,
the meal is not quite right.
i do not know what it means to love
anymore
but I know that God does not love us,
we are not his chosen people,
he has littered our bodies for furnaces.
just tell me once that i have something
important to say,
don't tell me I have sinned,
i am not Job,
i am not questioning your authority,
i just want to know how to get out of here.
for once, speak clearly, let me know
why i was chosen to see my race disappear,
am i a disappointed rabbi?
within this silence,
there is such hatred of you Lord,
do not
put me away.
Comments
maggyvaneijk | May 7, 2010 - 11:07
I like the build-up of drama in this poem, the opening is gripping. I am not sure about the historical event within the piece, but it doesn't affect my reading of it.
Luly Whisper | May 8, 2010 - 20:09
Is this about the Holocaust or is it based on a Bible story? (or both?)