By: Elie Wiesel

The sky is blue
The grass is green
What a beautiful day so it seems.

They March right up to the front door
Demanding us to leave the next day
So scared don't know what to think...

German soldiers marching left and right
Yelling and beating us like were animals
Split up from the only thing I know
My baby sister was gone in the blink of an eye

Hungry, thirsty, and tired we wait
Knowing it might get better the next day.                                                                               Praying to a God that doesn't exist is what us Jews do at our own risk

Crowded train cars is what we know                                                                                         From people crying to dying.                                                                                                             We cannot trust anyone who comes our way         

The Red Army approaching we left...                                                                                                 Moving around from camp to camp                                                                                                   Sicker than a dog my dad dies

Going from having so much faith to none                                                                                         The only person that kept his faith was gone..                                                                                  The end was near.  

Getting sick never gave me so much fear                                                                                            Being placed into a warm hospital                                                                                                      Looking in the mirror across the way                                                                                                All I can see is skin and bones, a skeleton.

                                                                                                                                                             Power lines:

"Some of the men spoke of God: His mysterious ways, the sins of the Jewish people; and the redemption to come. As for me, I had ceased to pray. I concurred with Job! I was not denying His existence, but I doubted His absolute justice."

“Never shall I forget that smoke,                                                                              Never shall I forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky,                                                         Never shall I forget those flames that consumed my faith forever,            Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live,                                                                                                             Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned them into ashes,                                                                                                  Never shall I forget those things, even were I condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never.”       

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