Children of the Terezin.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Apr 05, 2016 

There are no doors that open
In their dark and troubled minds
On this last night of the bright stars.

No one sees their pain inside
Chestnut trees and fields
Cannot be seen through iron bars
No darkness or light only in between.

Butterflies have flown away
They live to tell a different tale
And live they forever will

For the Sun will not shine
It fades away for the very last time
Their story lives on but seldom told.

 

Tags: sad, faith, deep, pain,

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Christopher Russon commented:
This poem portrays the bravory of some of the children of terezin Concentration camp.their story lives on but seldom told
teresa Skyles commented:
Nice enjoyed reading this one.Thanks for sharing.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you for your comment Teresa. The butterfly has become the symbol for the children of the holocaust As seen in the holocaust museum.it portrays there bravery.
Charde' Ridgeway commented:
i love this
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you for your encourage my.
A previous user commented:
A fine piece, brimming over in symbolism. I feel the pain of the author's heart, aching the sadness of the catastrophe the earth faces at the hands of man. The author is indeed a poet. NOTE: Since the above was written before I noted the author's comment, below, I feel ashamed that my thoughts expressed as to the meaning of the author's piece might appear to minimize the tragedy at the Terezin Concentration camp. It occurred to me to show my error, for the enormity of Terezin can never be re-written in history. And, it will stand along side as more terrible of two awful instances that bugle man's inhumanity, where children prove to be perhaps the most horrendous part of man's inhumanity to man!
Raychill Ellisonwonderland commented:
When pondering this work, I am consumed by thoughts of my grandfather, soldiers (Rest in Peace), Lest We Forget, and fields of war. Am not sure why but the work makes me very emotional (in a 'good' way). Thanks for sharing and posting.
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you.
Maria Williams commented:
Very well put Christopher. Thanks for sharing
Christopher Russon commented:
Thank you so much for your comment Maria.
Frank Hornby . commented:
Lovely, poignant poem Chris......should never be forgotten......I love butterflies..

 

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