Hiding

His breath sharp, hiding in the closet

He silently prayed

They'd go away

There were footsteps

Loud, urgent sounds

He wished nobody was around

He hit the wall

All goes silent

The boy, stiff as a trident

Before he could move, make a sound

The Nazis ripped open the door

He had his freedom no more

His name was Arthur, only 15 years of age

Not very old

Now very cold

He lived with thousands

Little food, murky water

All around him, manslaughter

On his final day

He went down in shame

Nothing was ever so vain

His cry for help rang thru the camp

His shout?

Died out

Arthur was gone

Killed instead

By a shot to the head

A lost voice, like so many others

A lost Jew

It could've been you

A dark time

Bloody memories stay

They will never go away