Hitlers Girl

I shall stand up on the rounded table and investigate the crowd.
Not one not two, but three untermenschen! All laughing rather loud.
‘please get up’ I whisper, ‘I know my fathers plans’
‘take your children and run away, stay safe from Adolf’s hands.’

The roars and guns of racist soldiers tear into the sky
They all just love my father, but I strain to answer why.
Are they scared of fury? He can be a frightening man.
Now there’s fire all around me, it may be in my head
But the panicked cries of mothers will never die instead

My father does not adore me, but for that I do not care,
As I wish more than the old man’s praise, I don’t care to have blonde hair.
I care for the crying people, those of which cannot stand,
The ones who didn’t choose this life but will suffer at Adolf’s hand.
I hope to one day stop this, to stop my father’s reign.
I will make the world a better place, where the Jewish can live again.

FOLLOW US


25

Write4Fun.net was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.

KEEP IN TOUCH

Stay informed about the latest competitions, competition winners and latest news!