Holocaust Poem

My name was Glen.

When I arrived I was turning ten.

The Memories I Keep with me till the day I die.

But in my sleep my nightmares are terrifying.

As I sit there and think of my family frying at the camps.

My brother’s name was Shawn when we came to this new dawn.

What a waste of a birth when we can’t see what life is worth.

Watching mom and dad as me and my brother say goodbye for the last time.

Mom and dad scream because they wanted to go save us instead.

Because when you and your brother are twins the Devil’s Arithmetic wins.