by Latorial Faison
mine are mostly
those written
in Arnie's poems
or Anne Frank's diary
children going "left"
to concentration camps
while parents go "right"
to some other Hitler's hell
young Jewish boys
growing up to be set free
to only God knows what
life, death or both
Holocaust memories tell
how real the hatred
how ugly the people
who practice it
so much time passes
between sad moments
that I can hardly feel
the joy of liberation
but I always remember
the people, the promise
lands of abundance
lives of freedom
Copyright © 2005 Latorial D. Faison