Some of my more favoriter poems (most come from Holocaust Poetry, and do have to do with the Holocaust.):




Race

When I returned to my hometown
believing that noone would care
who i was and what i thought
it was as if the people caught
an echo of me everywhere
they knew my story by my face
and I who am always alone
became a symbol of race

Like every living Jew I have
in imagination seen
the gas-chamber the mass-grave
the unknown body which was mine
and found in every German face
behind the mask the mark of Cain
I will not make their thoughts my own
by hating people for their race.

Karen Gershon