Found Poem

Don’t Leave Yet

A Jew
To leave your childhood to leave your hope
Or hope leaves you
Not carrying away gold, silver, or any valuables
Good for nothings
Clenching grasping for life
Keep walking!
Roll call!
Flames in the air
Leave everything inside
Hurry up!
Mrs. Schachter screams
To the concentration camps we march
Pray keep praying
In the snow we march barefooted
To our freedom we march
Drop dead in the snow leave them!
Stay with the world
Don’t leave it
March just march
Don’t leave

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