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      Famous Last Words
      by
      Megan Cary
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

                              
                                       There I sat,
                                   alone and scared,
                                      hiding there,
                                  my soul so bared.
      
                                My friends had gone,
                                     my family run,
                                    all others taken,
                                   a black hole sun.
      
                                    I was so scared,
      alone - afraid,
                                  Oh help me God!
                                     Another raid!
      
                                 They were coming,
                                    to take me too,
                                   Take me where?
                                  Where with who?
      
                                    Panicked I ran,
                            They yelled with a shout,
                               "A Jew is escaping!"
                                 "Don't let her out!"
      
                             But they didn't chase me,
                                   they just stared...
                                   and opened fire,
                                      It wasn't fair.
      
                                      And as I fell,
                                   I prayed to God,
                                "Please let me live!"
                                     A sad facade -
      
                                  Footsteps neared,
                                   I looked up high,
                                    A soldier came,
                                with hard cold eyes.
      
                                     I saw the end,
                                  and took a breath,
                               I asked him, "Why?"
                                   so close to death.
      
                                He looked quite sad,
                                 then masked it fast,
                                 he never answered,
                                     as time passed.
      
      
                                   I closed my eyes,
                                     and saw a star,
                                  a gentle reminder,
                                    of who we are.
      
                                     We are a race,
                                   of proud descent.
                               I never renounced it...
                               I would never repent.
      
                                     And as I died-
                                    Not one of few,
                                  I said, "Yes, I am,
                                   "a Jew - a Jew..."
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

      
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