Response to Schindler’s List
Poem describes “the immense pain and suffering that Amon Goeth caused the Jewish people.”
A human.
Most wouldn’t even call him that.
Biologically, maybe there’s a chance
A chance I could call him a human being
Maybe.
But a human with no soul
A human with no warmth in his heart
Not even enough to create a small fire
Not even enough to light a candle
To turn on a stove
Not enough of a human to be decent
To be kind.
Or maybe not a human at all.
The pain caused in millions of hearts
The pain that shattered a whole world
Not a human
A monster.
One that haunts you at night
Steals your happiness
Throws it away
And burns it.
Burns the love
Grinds it into shreds
Little tiny shreds
Or maybe a punch
A punch to the gut
One that makes the world stop
Earth falls behind
And hurt rises above your eyes
Along with the million little flecks
Flecks of dust
Dust that used to be a million beautiful souls
A million.
Millions.
Then tears
Tears that never forget
Tears that stain your heart before your face
He took everything
He broke our hearts
Broke our souls
A soul
That thing he never had
So a human?
Not even close.