Stolen today
From my home
Because they say I am
“life unworthy of life.”
I am too young to
even read a book,
yet they say I am
inferior, stupid,
so I do not get the
chance to see my potential.
I won’t get the
chance to go to school,
to live out my
childhood days playing, laughing, loving.
I sit here on this
bus,
the windows covered
because they are
hiding what they are doing
behind closed doors,
yet what these
Germans are doing
is permeating
throughout the
culture.
Since they say
I am “life unworthy
of life,
I am tested on like a
rat
And thrown out like
the trash.
The summer wind in
1941,
Should be sweet
Much like the
childhood years
Should be
For most children,
However, the wind
whispers
A different fate for
me,
For I am “life
unworthy of life.”
In fact, the whole
town of Berlin
Should smell the
wind,
For it whispers in
the ears of Germans
Of the genocide
They want to ignore.
The black smoke
Vomiting from the
chimney
Spews out the remains
Of us they are
ashamed of,
Because we are
Supposedly “life
unworthy of life.”
They will never know
The future I was
capable of.
I could have
Lived happily among
them
Created a family of
my own,
Had a fruitful
career.
I wanted to teach
children,
You see.
I wanted to teach
them
As my sweet mother
taught me.
To respect your
elders,
To not hate,
To love your
neighbor,
To respect God
And the Earth he
created for us,
Yet they say I am
“life unworthy of life.”
So today,
As the bus stops on
the corner of
Tiergartenstrasse
4
What they refer
to as T4,
It is to be
my last stop.
The
“science” of racism
Will end my
young life,
Because they
think I am inferior, stupid.
Because they
say I am “life unworthy of life.”
After I am
used up for their “science” experiments,
I will choke
on the gas that stings my lungs
And kills
me.
But I will
die knowing
Regardless
of what they say
That I am
Life Worthy
of Life.
I will die
knowing
So much more
about how to
Live, laugh,
and love
Than they do
Even though
I cannot even read a book myself,
I know that
we need to
Love
Not hate,
That we need
to think of all people
As Life
Worthy of Life.
And I die hoping that
Someday
Someone
Will figure
this out.
My young
legacy
Exits the
chimney today
Filling the
world with a smoke
As dark as
the shame
They will
feel
When they
realize
What they
lost.
For I am
Worthy.
