Joshua Fisher, Green Middle School

My Golden Hero

They marched into my city,

My home of thirteen years;

They took away my family,

And filled my eyes with tears.

The sent me off to darkness

With not a sign of light;

They sent me off to agony,

A terribly horrid sight.

I felt the great emotion;

I heard the shrieking cries;

I saw that there were kids like me

With my tears in their eyes.

What did I do wrong?

How can I correct

The fact that I’m a Jew,

The fact that they object?

I see the ruthlessness;

I see the great brutality;

I see the silenced mercy

That separates from reality.

They weren’t given mercy!

They weren’t spared the sorrow!

My family was killed by animals!

They’d never see tomorrow!

How will I go on?

How will I survive?

I haven’t a single idea,

I just know to stay alive.

When darkness fell upon me,

It rose back up in fright;

Our chamber door broke open

And I saw a golden light.

A man in green walked in,

On his head a silver star;

He put his hand on my shoulder

And said, "You are free…Each of you are!"

The man who set me free,

My giver of liberation,

Became my Golden Hero,

The key to my salvation.

I cannot tell the future,

But I can certainly remember the past;

I hope to never again see the Holocaust,

That hope is sure to last.

If acts of genocide occur,

Justice must be there;

Just like my Golden Hero,

To have the heart to care.