The Holocaust

Our cries rise to the skies and carry on over the hills, but no one hears us. We are alone in the world and we know it. Silent as stone, the men in their cars and the women walking down the street stare at us like animals. The scum of the world and a sore to the eye. Skinny, and weaker than infants, we work to live. Survival is the key. Now, our cries are falling back from the heavens like ashes; rejected. Birds sing, babies are born, houses are built, clothes are made, and feasts are eaten. The world goes on as if we are already dead. Is there no justice? Is there no being left with a heart? I have given up. I can see the darkness rising before me ready to take me away. The bells...the bells...I hear them now. Liberation, they sing! Liberation! I am holding on tightly now, grasping the very air around me. I will continue to fight until my brothers and I are reborn into the world. Our freedom is precious, and soon, it shall be restored.