The view of a Jew (The Holocaust)
Trash, Villain, Worthless, Probably just a few of the many words that appear in the German mind when you see me. Even though i mean you know harm, i wonder the streets for the remaining moments before I'm dragged away, to Hell, for no reason, but the few rumors spread by a man with no apparent thought, but hate Your Bread, Is my crumb Your water, is my drop Your pride, is my deathPoetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
wavecalmer’s Poems (6)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Life Tree | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Death Tree | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Silent Music | 1 | 03/10/2010 |
| The view of a Jew (The Holocaust) | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Mountains | 0 | 03/10/2010 |
| Death | 3 | 03/08/2010 |
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