Thursday, April 20, 2017

Poem

Man Proposes, God Disposes 
Miroslav Kosek, Hanus Lowy 

I.
Who was helpless back in Prague,
And who was rich before,
He's a poor soul here in Terezin,
His body's bruised and sore.

II.
Who was toughened up before,
He'll survive these days.
But who was used to servants,
Will sink into his grave.

I'm feeling sad about this. It's sad that this person needs to go through this. Even other thousand or millions of people need to go through this. It's really unfair. No one should be treated horribly. Everyone wants to have a happy life. The people that were in the holocaust, they wanted to be set free and have a happy life.

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