Samuel

A little Jewish boy turns to his mother at the prison gates,
Underneath he is shaking,“We must find a way to escape from here”,
Slowly Bethany takes his hand and pats it, “Where will we run to Samuel? The fence is electric, one hand on it and you will fry like bacon”.
Children are being sent to the ovens as we speak, do you want that fate for me?
Have you no idea the great risk we will take - trying to escape, even to think the word “escape” is asking for trouble.
Where is your spirit mama?
It died when I was forced to live in the ghetto with sixteen other women who lost their husbands.
Your spirit has to survive or we will both die here.