The Holocaust Poem by Yewande Adedokun

The grave yard is full of stones and flowers
The grasses beam with pride because it started the war
We never wanted to fight
We died because we are weak
Bullied for our little strength in numbers

I am a lady now but a girl who saw her father's blood on her face
Here I stand before my father's stone
As the world remember not his name but the evil one who took him away
I wish I am where you are
We still walk around with our heads bowed
We still fear for our lives

Rest papa, rest now for you cannot die twice
We that are left are the ones that died today and everyday