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Only the Beginning

January 4, 2011
By WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.


When does a man have the right
To say what’s right and what’s wrong?
Through the jet-black darkness,
A deafening silence hung over all in sight
Like the quiet before the storm.
Then, as the moon hid her face,
Brown wolves stole into the night.

When can a man presume
To know justice from injustice?
Within the city, identical buildings
Stood side by side. Matching,
Except for one distance mark.
David’s Star, The Jew’s Star.
A gloved hand rears back and throws,
Throws the hopes and dreams for peace,
And connects with a window.

How can justice
Know race or color?
The glass convulsed in agony;
A ripple flowed outward, then in,
( a silent scream rent the night)
And glass rained down, littering
The sidewalk and everything within reach.
Then the screams of the Damned
Could be heard.

When does injustice
Go too far?
As Jews of all ages and sizes
Were swept out into the streets,
Fear gave way to anger.
Resentment.
While some harbored no other thought
But to escape, others thought only
To fight. And life’s nectar flowed
In crimson rain.

When will the suffering
End?
The red tide of hatred’s fury
Washed away all screams
For mercy on a night that had none.
Nothing would ever be the same.
Destruction was absolute.

Will people’s actions
And justice ever coincide?
When finally the moon reappeared,
She awoke to a different world.
Order was chaos. Peace
Was violence.

When does a man qualify
To know what’s best?
An entire subculture was enslaved
Or dead. Kristallnacht, the night
Of broken glass, was over.
Yet HIS reign of terror
Had only just begun.


The author's comments:
My World History class had finished reading a chapter about World War 2 and the class was assigned a project on the events that happened during that time period. I chose to write a poem on it.

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WikdChick GOLD said...
on Jan. 11 2011 at 12:55 pm
WikdChick GOLD, Shannon, Mississippi
11 articles 0 photos 8 comments

Favorite Quote:
I don&#039;t need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.<br /> When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children; even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay.

i agree. words that cant be spoken in a precise to show were u stand can be understood in a poem 

on Jan. 11 2011 at 7:19 am
greenday21luvsbilliejoe, New Sweden, Maine
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I Need To Start To Be Myself, Cause&#039; I&#039;m Sick Of Everyone Else- Broken Man- Boys Like Girls

really really good. when my class did a unit on the holocaust i wrote a poem too. it's the best way of expressing your thoughts and feelings

on Jan. 8 2011 at 3:39 pm
Chacharoo BRONZE, Fort Worth, Texas
4 articles 4 photos 39 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I love you.&quot;

Very good. I really enjoyed this. Not only was the structure very good, the execution of the entire thing was wonderful. It wasn't too deep, but it was just enough depth. There was a great argument hidden in it... I liked that. It's good! It's real good.

on Jan. 7 2011 at 8:25 pm
I.Hope.You.Dance. SILVER, Somewhere In, Florida
8 articles 9 photos 18 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;I would define, in brief the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of beauty!&quot; -Edgar Allan Poe<br /> <br /> &quot;...All little girls should be told they&#039;re pretty, even if they aren&#039;t.&rdquo; -Marilyn Monroe!

I love the way you wrote it and the structure!

noMoRE said...
on Jan. 7 2011 at 9:53 am
wow! this was really amazing!! i loved your word choice...i really liked the line about lifes nectar as crimson rain, i would love to read more from u!