My home is,
My sanctuary
My religion is
My hope.
Why
Must it be,
That I am hated
For my beliefs?

I am singled out,
Like a
Prisoner.
I am forced,
To wear
The Star of David,
So others in the town
May be aware of what I am.

My feelings and ambitions
Cast aside
As my writings,
Are banned.
My future is,
Put in hands,
Of those Brainwashed by fear.

My home Has been taken away.
My processions
Have been sold.
Communication
Outside the ghettos Is revoked
Silence
Is their key,
As I am cast out.

My family
Closed in a small house. As my
Freedoms
Closed out of society
My life,
Ended
As they,
Shut
The haunting gates.

I am
Strong.
So I can
Work.
I am stripped,
Of my humanity;
As I am,
Branded
With a permanent row numbers,
On my arm.
I am with many others
Yet
I am alone.
No family or friends
Closed out

The hunger
It strengthens and grows,
As the days
Roll on.
I have been robbed,
Of all innocence.
As
The cold air,
Manifests,
As depression and resentment
In my body.

The fire burning
Is the
Only
Release of
Heat
As the,
Sickening smell
Of flesh
Rises.
The work
It is endless.

I gain friendships.
But,
It is pointless.
As people around me
Slowly,
Drop away to the cold earth,
And then the warm fire.
They have served their purpose.
Now they are of no use.

I am
Weaker.
Yet,
l am
Stronger.
As death,
Calls,
My name.
It creeps nearer, but silently.
I can feel it.
Will today,
Be my day?