HOlOCAUST EDITORIAL
By Alyssa Dalton
 
My body is trembling as I am writing this. If any of the Nazi
officers find me, they would more definitely shoot me instantly.
 Today is my seventh day at a concentration camp. I do not know where
 I am or where my family is. I am so scared and I dearly want to see my 
mother. Oh how I wish them well with all my heart.
 
As I sit here, my mind starts to wander and I think about the past six
day I have spent here. A little smile creeps on my face as I congratulate 
myself for all my hard work. In the past six days, I have been humiliated, 
embarrassed, harassed and worked like a slave. I wonder how my little body
 can endure such pain and such sorrow, for I am only 11 years old. Then again, 
I cannot complain, for I know many others are worse off.
 
Oh how I hate this. I miss my family, my friends and things that I used to 
do. A little while ago, I heard many women screaming and their children 
crying and then, sudden silence. I fear the worst for them, what if they
are dead? I have fear, great fear and it is always on my mind. What if
I am next?
 
POEM:
 
I hear shooting,
People screaming,
And children crying.
I can’t believe this is real,
That this is really happening.
It feels like a dream,
Like I’m visiting hell.
I prick my finger,
Just to check,
And the tip starts to bleed.
I hate this place,
I hate what I have to do,
I hate who I am
And who I have become.
You told me that it was all right,
That everything is going to be fine.
But you lied,
You told me that I would be safe,
Free from all troubles,
But you lied.
You took away my family,
You take away my possessions.
You stripped me of my rights,
And even stripped me of my clothes.
But you can never take away my pride,
Or strip me of my identity.
 
I ALSO HAVE ANOTHER ONE...:
 
You beat me with a stick,
You threatened me with a gun.
You forced me to work,
You told me to be quiet.
You took away my family,
You took away my possessions.
You stripped me of my rights,
And even stripped me of my clothes.
But you can never take away my pride,
Or strip me of my identity.