Sanity

• Sasha Baskin, Grade 7
• Poetry
• 2015

My feet trudge though the water, over the rocks and through the mud.
They have been ripped open and are now streaming with blood.
I feel them aching as we move toward our destination,
A destination that none of us six million Jews would call a vacation.

I watch a woman being beaten to death by a Nazi officer with no affection,
I feel my stomach ache even though I have no connection.
I scream as loud as I can at the officer knowing that there will be penalties,
As all of these Nazi officers are our enemies.

I am thrown on the side of the road and feel a bullet enter my head,
I would rather be dead than have the constant beating instead.
As I take my last breaths I hope to find rest,
And the world will find sanity and save this distress.