God of the Furnace

by NR - Cancer

Mommy, help me! They’re hurting me!!
They’re breaking my arm, can’t you see?
But mommy can help me no more
Because now they’re ravishing her like a whore

Mommy, help me! Why are you asleep?
Look at the whip’s cut so red and deep
Please, oh mommy! Wake up please!
They went away, we can run with ease!

But they only went to Papa’s study
To tear his beard, and beat him up bloody
And as he moaned for help screaming God’s name
The world stood and smiled while they got fame

Where is Hanna, in bed maybe?
So cute and precious, a three months old baby!
And as they threw her to the sky and shot her threw the face
She fell down cold and bloody, representing the death of a raise

My Mommy dead, my Papa too
My baby sister’s in the furnace, burning threw
The world made it my fault, “It’s all because of you!”
I’m not a human, just a filthy rotten Jew

Thus came the Angel of Death in a German disguise
Murdering my family in front of my eyes
My name is Jacob, I’m only four
Dear God, with your mercy, tomorrow I’ll die and suffer no more

He has no mercies, he has no fame
He has no loyalty, he has no shame!!
He has the furnace, he has the flame!!
He has no love, he has no name!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I hate you God, you lied to us!
The bible’s just a lot of fuss!
Why God, why?! Because I’m a jew?!
Prey I’ll never die God, cause then I’m coming for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reason for writing:

    Dedicated to the memory and love of my 6,000,000 brothers and sisters who were butchered by the damned Nazis during the Holocaust in World War II. This poem is not about me.    

Birth sign: Cancer
Date created: 2001-03-10 05:29:18
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:43:45
Poem ID: 60864

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