Holocaust Poetry & Art

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The dead were never carried out Hell on earth Innocent crying Innocent dying I left.. Well almost I got caught with my sister and another inmate I was suppose to be dead.. Gas chambers were suppose to take me, but not if there was a malfunction My sister was sent to a hospital Where'd she go? What'd had happen to her? "Mercy!" People cried You were crying You just couldn't escape it Why? Why is this happening to us? Pray I say pray I have a plan My sister, I haven't seen her.. But after the war.. I immigrated to the United States.. I was free.. Finally

My ordinary life Circles of prayers Infinite cries or mercy No escape of this ongoing hell Collapsing And falling Of those who were held dear Of those lives Who could've had meaning In here with No escape of this ongoing hell A body of my friend Life sucked out No point in crying It's just one after another with No escape of this ongoing hell Death after death No tears of the clouds In sight No crystal clear gifts Of God Who abandoned me On this mark that has No escape of this ongoing hell Sadness and pain Are emotions I experience each day Seeing those I cared about, suffering Was just a daily part of my life I want them to be safe, away from this ground, No escape of this ongoing hell Why won't you let me go Let me leave this hell on Earth Take me into your arms Bring my soul to peace Raise me into the heavenly sky Because all I want at this moment Is to find an escape From this ongoing hell

I'm okay By Vivian G Made for Helen Lebowitz Goldkind Small towns With small people Relatives are All around Here Never saw it coming Seven children All innocent and Plastic Shoes were our home They're coming I hear them Their hard soles, Their hard souls One suitcase One place Go to the right Go to the left Don't look back Burning skin Yellow mist Big explosions Everything's in motion I'm safe I'm sick I can't go back I don't regret I'm okay

Helen Lebowitz Goldkind was a young Jewish girl who was captured by Nazis. She was taken to Auschwitz and while everyone but her sister and her were to be killed, her and her sister survived. They went to go work in a factory and were later saved.

Story of Alice Lok Cahana By Alexis Perez

Gas chamber, A place meant for people To die. To be killed. Allies, coming closer. And closer. We had to march And march and march I no longer could take it I escaped the evil . I ran to my freedom To be saved. I'm here I'm saved. I am caught. I am captured. I am tossed into a hell. Into a place where People are prisoners, And are sent to rot. Bergen-Belsen Hell on earth. Bodies Scattered around, No place to step. People, Begging All they need is water. Gas chambers, And Bergen-Belson Places where people died. But I survived.

Poem It was hell Walking over the rotting bodies The ones that had no chance of a future Is this where I'll be? Have I finally seen hell? I could only imagine the worst I could only visualize the way these people died. Hopeless Bergen Belsen was the place you can't imagine in your nightmares Because it's too terrifying to dream You aren't walking on clouds and counting sheep Instead it's as if you are walking on bones and counting bodies People are desperate Desperate for water Desperate for just one more day to live You're begging for your life hoping that someone Anyone, will finally stick up for you so you won't have to beg anymore! Day and night your eyes begin to swell from the tears It's as if this life that you're living is a maze that you can't escape because no matter how many routes you take you realize that there is no way out! "Mercy!" It was hell

Born: 1929, Budapest, Hungary Arrival at Bergen Belsen

I was treated like garbage I was acknowledged as garbage I looked like I was garbage I was known to be garbage Middle of the night There was a slam on my door It was time to move out I didn't know what for They took us to camps I got off the train Dead men left and right I only felt pain The sick and the elderly, we're treated like trash. The Jews and the kids, we're all treated worse. It was all because, We were acknowledged as garbage. Looked like we were garbage. We were known to be garbage.

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It was dark when we arrived at Auschwitzs Late at night to be exact We were being taken by train to the most Horrible, discussing, and inhuman place in the world When the gates opened we heard the worst noises we have ever heard From screaming, to barking of dogs, to the guards up top I will never forget these sounds The doors open Things get chaotic Left right right left Men separated from women Children ripped from the arms of mothers The elderly chased like cattle The sick and disabled were handled like garbage They were thrown to the side with suitcases I didn't know what was going to happen Then my mother grabbed me by the sholder and said Leibele, I'm not going to see you no more. Take care of your brother." Later on that day my brother was pulled to the left And I never saw him again

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Alice was born in 1949 in Hungary. She was a teenager when she was interned to a Nazi concentration camp. She was once selected to go to the gas chamber, but survived due to a malfunction. Alice, along with her sister and some other girls, were sent to Bergen Belsen after being caught escaping the Guben Labor camp. When she arrived to Bergen Belsen, she described it as "Hell on Earth" during an interview. Alice's sister was taken to a Red Cross hospital, and that was the last time they saw each other.

Bergen Belson was established in 1940 by Germany. It was a Prisoner of War camp. As prisoners continued to arrive, the camp population was over 60,000 by April 15, 1945. By this time, prisoners would sometimes go days without food or fresh water. Tens of thousands prisoners died during the first few months of 1945. 

We step over bodies, People's loved ones, Who can't even get A proper goodbye. "Water, please," they croaked, Their rasp, Similar to how the desert would sound. Tears stream down, Begging and pleading, A living nightmare. A vision Of hell. Imagine, Being walked to your death. Surviving, Only because of a malfunction. So thankful. Escape planned, So thorough, What could go wrong? Caught. Sent away. Where's my sister? I can't find her, Help me! Dear sister, I miss you, Where did you go?

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Sick of walking through the city streets. Sick of stepping on the dead. Sad to see what this Earth's become. Sad to realize we're in living Hell. I am sick of all these people dying. But the truth is, Both you and me We we're born to die. Sick of the old man sitting on his thrown. Sick of all his leadership demands. Sick of all his dictatorship But I should probably keep my little mouth shut. Before I meet my death upon entering this deadly gas chamber. Sick of all these people on the floor. Sick of all the dead around. Sick of stepping on the people Who have been left to rot on the ground. This makes me sad, This makes me cry. Sometimes life is not fair And the roads get tough I don't know why. Separated from my sister I was lost and all alone. I was so confused and scared I would never find a way out of this never ending hell. Sick of all these people praying. Sick of all the cries for mercy. Can't they realize that they're just chanting death. Can't they realize we're living in this never ending hell. And the sad truth is, Both you and me We we're born to die.

Here are some photographs of the living conditions Alice and all the other victims dealt with.

The smell, The smell, Oh the foul smell, So unbearable, When we arrived, We were sorted, Young from old, Boys from girls, Women from Men, The smell of flesh and hair, Being burned from the outside in, The cloudy sky, The sound of dogs and whistles, My mother told me, "I'm not going to see you no more," I can't forget what I saw that night, Sick &amp; disable treated like garbage, It happened so fast, People going left, right, right, left, Sick &amp; disable put by broken suitcases and boxes, I still remember the day I moved, Had to move to s place called a ghetto, Forced to work as a tailor in a factory, Deported to Aushwitz in 1944, Soviet army advances, Prisoners were transferred, I never saw my bother or mother again, Even after we were freed in 1945,

Jew, a simple word, No one had a clue. I wish no person the terror I go through, Pulled from my home, JEW! Rounded like cattle, Following the steps of death's shadow. Pushed into a dark room, All you could feel is doom. It all began with one mans despair, Hitler and his stupid hair. All because he didn't care, He blamed the Jews, because he was treated unfair. The air smelled thick, It made me quite sick. Tall chambers some made of brick, Had red smoke coming out of the chimney stick. When my hunger cry's, I cover my eyes And wish I'd be the next, who dies. Escape was a dream, I began to fiend. Missing my family I have not seen, God what a horrible scene. Little did I know God did see, The terrible things done to me. He granted my wish, And set me free .

Crying for help It was hell You could hear screams Gas coming out the gas chamber People died All you could do was watch Watching your family die All you could do is wait for your turn Finally it was my turn to go Luckily I survived Late at night people coming for me Taking me out I am a survivor

This is an illustration representing Hitler on his "throne" and all the dead people on the ground. Alice is on the right next to a gas chamber where she would've met her death if it wasn't for a malfunction.

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"The One Night" Me and my family arrived on a train at Aushwitz, it was a late night.Right away we could hear the loud horrific barking from dogs, and people screaming nonstop. I was terrified. When I got off the train everything happened so fast. The elderly were chased like cattle. The disabled and sick people were handled like trash Men and women were being separated, kids were tugged away from their mothers arms. People were treated horribly. Innocent people were thrown to a side with their suitcases and boxes. It was devastating to hear and see. My mother ran up to me, grabbed me by the shoulders, and said to me "Leibele, I'm not going to see you anymore take care of your brother." After that I never seen her again. 10 minutes after my mom spoke to me for the last time, my brother was put to the side and I realized, he was gone. I never seen my 13 year old brother ever again. I was the lucky one I got put to the showers and others got gassed and died. After the shower the sky was red and there was smoke in in the air and it smelled horribly. It was burning flesh and hair.

A lot of Jewish children love Helen Goldkind She wasn't able to attend school when she was young They took school to her They went to the ghetto Because the left the orringally home Helen left auschwitz And went to work in a factory And he family got separated And no longer had a family Over 1,000 girls worked just like Helen In the same conditions as her So girls died Skin was horrible So was there eyes 1000s of females died Then bombing happen 500 hundred workers were glad they survived And that they were still alive British solider rescued Helen and her fellow workers And got sent to Belsen Helen survived She survived because of help or her sister They then immigrated And started a family

September 1939, Germans invaded Poland My family and I, were forced into a ghetto in Lodz Taken away from my home, Late at night arrived at Auschwitz, the gates open up We go in, We hear screaming Barking of dogs, Blows from Kapos Once we're out the train, Everything goes fast People go left to right, Right to left Man separated from woman, Children torn away from mothers arms Disabled and sick were thrown With broken tissues &amp; suitcases My mother came running Desperate towards me "Leibele, I'm not going to see you no more. Take care of your brother." Unfortunately I was Separated from my brother Never saw him again I didn't do what I was requested A guy asks a soldier "Where is my wife and daughter" The soldiers replied, "there is no daughter and wife." The sky is dark Once the soldier replied He pointed at the smoke "There they are" that's when I realized my brother was in that smoke too.

LEO SCHNEIDERMAN Born: 1921, Lodz, Poland

"Alice Lok Cahana." United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. United States Holocaust Memorial Council, n.d. Web. 14 May 2016. &lt;https://www.ushmm.org/wlc/en/media_oi.php?MediaId=1081&gt;. "Bergen-Belsen." United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. United States Holocaust Memorial Council, 29 Jan. 2016. Web. 18 May 2016. &lt;https://www.ushmm.org/wlc/en/article.php?ModuleId=10005224&gt;.

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Poem: They were on the ground They were not being carried out They were Jewish They were dead I was thirsty I was disgusted I was praying I was sad I thought I was dead

Bergen-Belsen Bergen-Belsen we stepped off the train and knocked on the Devil's door Bergen-Belsen Bergen-Belsen I tuned in to the sizzle of tears dropping onto the flames of hell Bergen-Belsen Bergen-Belsen As my last prayer, I asked God to show me a path unoccupied by bodies Bergen-Belsen Bergen-Belsen

Alice Loc Cahana The dead was not carry alive It was hell you had to step over the dead, She was selected to the gas chambers Lots of people were forced into the camps There was a chant of the dead They wanted to suffer They had to starve They got killed right away Not fair to people Had to be the best of the best Pushed around It was living hell

Oral History. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2016, from https://www.ushmm.org/wlc/en/media_oi.php?MediaId=1081 Alice Lok Cahana

Lebowitz) Goldkind. (n.d.). Retrieved June 05, 2016, from https://www.ushmm.org/remember/office-of-survivor-affairs/survivor-volunteer/helen-lebowitz-goldkind

I'm from hell the worst place on Earth, Bergen Belsen I'm from dead bodies, bloody and pale I stumbled through them I'm from pain, not being able to escape the way of death I'm from chants crying "Mercy" and begging "Please" I'm from surviving because of a malfunction in the gas chamber I'm from immigrating to the United States after the war ended

"Hell" Bergen-Belsen was hell the worst place on Earth Corpses everywhere like a cemetery but everyone is unburied Collapsing on bodies, not being able to walk prisoner begging for water You can't escape the crying, the praying, the mercy Of leaving hell No way to express the way hell was like, no way to avoid the pain Escaping was difficult but at the end survival was all that mattered

Th year was 1944 when me and my family were deported from a ghetto to Aushwitz. It was night time when we arrived, and when the gates opened, all we could hear was screaming, dogs barking, and whittles from the Kapos. We were then sorted into groups, men were separated from women, and children torn from mother's arms. The elderly were being chased like cattle. The sick and disable were being handled like garbage. Before we were separated from my mother, my bother and I, she can up to me and said, "I'm not going to see you no more,take care of your brother." My brother was then folded by a man in a white coat to go to another group, and I never as either of them again.

"A Survivor Of The Un-Survivable" By:John Bradea July 9, 1928, The day when you where born. You called Volosyanka home, Helen this was your home. For a short period of time, You were home, Home with family, Home with friends And home with rights, Then came the day, The day which you remember vividly, The day in which, You lost everything. Hungarian soldiers told you. No school, And no work for you father, You and you family lived in poverty. Then came another day, When Germans came. That March in 1944 you remember, You remember losing your father, You remember the old factory,

Then came another day, When Germans came. That March in 1944 you remember, You remember losing your father, You remember the old factory, Where you were sent to live, You remember being sent, Sent to a place of no return, As many called it. Auschwitz, Were your last scene of mom, brother, grandfather, and grandmother, Were being beaten, and dragged to the left, As you were dragged to the right. Five weeks in hell, You stayed, Until Another hell arose, Sent to a factory to work, Work with poison that killed 1,500 others, And left just 500 hundred of you. Yet this hell was different, This hell ended with you you and your sister, Being taken out of hell, By a group you'll remember forever, By the British 11th Armored Division, And now, Now you promote, Human rights, And give your story, Give it so that this tragedy known as the Holocaust is never repeated.

My mother holds on tight My brother ripped away My understanding gone My hope squished on I see the helpless I hear the screams I feel my burning muscles I can't do anything They torture us They look for the criminal They blame us, for a crime not done Praying Breathing Dying Cring Rampaging Working Working Working WHEN WILL IT ALL END! I just want to run I just want my mother I just want it TO END There’s light at the end of every tunnel And I’ve seen people go there Will it bring me peace? Is it really worth living? I don’t know anymore My mother doesn’t hold me anymore My brother isn’t there anymore I just Don’t know anymore

Leo's life took a terrible turn where his family was ripped from his arm, so I tried to create something that showed what his state of mind might of been like.

Leo's childhood was during the Holocaust. His country Poland getting taken over by Germany, And losing everything in 1939. They were sent to a ghetto and was forced to work as a tailor at a uniform factory basically like labor factories He was later moved to the Gross Rosen camp system for forced labor like slaves. Then after that him and his family went to Auschwitz hearing RUFF RUFF RUFF and children separating and crying and the disabled being thrown like Garbage. Leo and his family were separated like breaking a rope in half. His Momma hold him on his shoulders as if it's the last time she's ever gonna see him and says take care of your brother, But she doesn't know what happens to him, his brother was send left while Leo was send right and he never saw his brother again. Leo never knew back then he was one of the luck ones, when he took showers he and some people had water while other people has poison gas. When he came out of the showers the sky was red like blood, he could smell the burning flesh in the air and all you saw was smoke. He saw a man walked to 2 officials and asked where is his wife and daughter. The official said there is no little girl, there is no wife, he pointed at the chimney where all the smoke is coming from. That was there funeral Leo Repeated. But he stood strong as a bull, and never gave up. Here the story of a man, who never gave up and survived.

Pitch Dark Opened Gates Roaring Screams Barking Dogs Blows to heads Everything was so fast. The strong stay here. The weak were gone in a blast, Will I too disappear? Without a father, without a mother, I must take care of my brother, but death took one after another. I got water. He got gas. It was the blotter, and we were the ink. Red Sky Smoke-filled air Smell of burning flesh Parents, Husbands, Wifes, Friends, Chidren, Families, Going up the chimney. The biggest funeral in history.

Bright light Opened gates Roaring laughs Peaceful eyes Rest to the heads blue sky love-filled air smell of heaven. Parents, Husbands, Wifes, Friends, Chidren, Families, Sitting up in the clouds. The biggest reunion in history.

"Introduction to the Holocaust  Oral History." United States Holocaust Memorial Museum. United States Holocaust Memorial Council, n.d. Web. 19 May 2016.

Born in Volosyanka, Czechoslovakia My home invaded, taken away Not allowed to attend school and get an education Dad lost his shop Us forced to survive on livestock March 1944 Germans take my home Brothers and father All taken from me Working in labor camps Told to pack our bags Sent to a ghetto Six weeks pass Sent to Auschwitz Grandpa beat Young brother pried from mommy's hands He goes left She goes right Sylvia and I both go to the left separated Mom, Grandma and our younger brother Never to be seen again

Five weeks pass Sent away again Germany to work at a factory 2,000 other girls All like us Many die Due to the poison released Burning our skin and eyes Bombed in 1945 500 girls Us living To tell you our story In order to remind Never to let this happen, Never to let others suffer Like we did.

This is a representation of Helen's life because it shows a family being split apart from each other, just like she and her sister were separated from their family never to see them again

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