L OS  POETAS

         Remembering Miriam Korber 

Wind, Snow, Snowstorm, Cold
Only Today, Do I start Again
To Describe The Horrible Things
That We Lived

I Saw What Human Misery Means
I Saw People Without A Human Face
I Saw Children With Swollen Eyes
I Saw Children With Frozen Feet
I Saw Children With Helpless Little Hands

I Saw Mothers With Dead Children in Their arms 
I Saw Old People wrapped in rags 

They Were Chased Away 
They Were Infested With Typhus
They Were Covered In Lice
Almost Starved To Death
                          
I Don't Think There is a Need
To Have A Hell For Sinners 
Everyone Who Lives What We Have 
Is Absolved Of All Sins 
                       
I Broke Down And Cried
Because Of The Cold and Fear
My Fingers, I Could 
Not Longer move Them 
Why Is There In Us
Such A Yearning For Life ?

By : Simri Bautista 
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