Prayer from a Concentration Camp

Thank thee, Lord, for living.

Thank thee, Lord, for death.

Thank thee for the ashy air 

That fills my bony chest.

 

Thank thee for misfortune,

It took me by surprise,

But now I see each living thing

Directly from your eyes.

 

Thank thee for my family

That they are now with you,

Help me face another day

That I may soon be too. 

 

Thank thee for this shower,

For the poison pouring in. 

Thank thee for the freedom

To be with you again. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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