The Blogs: How can I bear? A poem to the 6 million

In the chilling silence of desolation, I stand,

To the right, a flicker of life; to the left, Death’s unforgiving hand.

They herded them, my loved ones, to the chambers of gas,

Each soul extinguished; a prayer drowned in the vast.

How can I bear this weight, this unbearable pain?

I ache for release, to be engulfed in Hell’s relentless rain.

Why must I endure, to witness my kin’s final breath?

To guide them into the abyss, where all hope meets death.

One brother’s cries pierce through the fiery abyss,

I no longer wish to dwell in this nightmarish abyss.

Six million pyres, each a testament to profound loss,

Rabbis, mothers, children, all consumed by the Holocaust’s frost.

End my suffering, bring an end to this plight,

For my daughter will never bask in wedding night’s light.

No cradle will she sway, no child to her breast,

In this desolate realm, where despair finds its rest.

Our lineage vanquished, our legacy torn,

Deniers may mock, but truth cannot be shorn.

Six million souls, each a beacon in the night,

Their memory immortalized, their stories taking flight.

So I’ll sound the Shofar, its mournful cry,

In honor of those who were condemned to die.

For in their names, in their memory, we’ll strive,

To ensure their legacy, their courage, forever thrive.

In the somber echoes of history’s cruel march,

I stand amidst the wreckage, heart heavy, soul parched.

To the right, the faint glimmer of a shattered hope,

To the left, the gaping maw of despair’s cruel scope.

They led them, my flesh and blood, to the chamber’s cold embrace,

Where innocence perished, swallowed by darkness without grace.

Each soul a flame extinguished, a universe lost in the void,

In the twisted dance of agony, their voices forever destroyed.

How can I carry on, amidst this sea of tears and pain?

Yearning for solace, amidst the ashes, amidst the rain.

What cosmic sin have we wrought, to witness such despair?

To witness the slaughter of innocence, to bear witness to despair.

One brother’s screams echo in the inferno’s dreadful blaze,

A symphony of anguish, haunting my nights, my days.

Six million souls, their cries still echoing in the night,

Their memory a beacon, piercing through history’s blight.

End this torment, end this agony, I plead with trembling breath,

For my daughter’s laughter will never grace the halls of life and death.

No cradle will she rock, no lullaby to ease her troubled rest,

In this barren wasteland, where anguish reigns supreme, where hope is put to the test.

Our legacy tarnished, our lineage stained with blood,

Yet deniers may scoff, but truth shall forever flood.

Six million souls, a testament to humanity’s darkest hour,

Their memory a flame, igniting the path to reclaim our power.

So I’ll sound the Shofar, its mournful wail piercing the night,

In honor of those who perished, their memory burning bright.

For in their names, in their memory, we’ll rise from the dust,

To rebuild what was lost, to honor their legacy, in whom we trust.

Another one … end with not 6 million but 600 million souls

In the shadows of the past, I stand, haunted and alone,

Where hope fades into darkness, and anguish finds its throne.

To the right, the flicker of life; to the left, Death’s cruel snare,

Where innocence was sacrificed, in the cold, unforgiving air.

They led them, my kin, to the chambers of despair,

Each heartbeat silenced, consumed by the poisonous air.

Two thousand souls, squeezed into chambers meant for none,

Their screams swallowed by silence, their stories forever undone.

How do I continue, amidst this ocean of despair?

Where every step forward is burdened with the weight of their share.

What crimes have we committed, to face such ruthless fate?

To witness the annihilation of love, to stand by and wait.

One brother’s cries still echo in the depths of my mind,

A symphony of agony, a chorus of souls entwined.

Six million souls, their names etched in the fabric of time,

Their memory a beacon, a testament to the human climb.

End this nightmare, end this torment, I pray with every breath,

For my daughter’s dreams were silenced in the face of death.

No cradle will she rock, no lullabies to ease her into sleep,

In this barren wasteland, where sorrow runs deep, where secrets weep.

Our legacy shattered, our heritage torn apart,

Yet the truth remains steadfast, etched in every heart.

Not six million, but six hundred million souls never to be born,

Their absence a scar on humanity, a legacy of scorn.

So I’ll sound the Shofar, its mournful cry echoing far and wide,

In honor of those who perished, in the darkness, where they hide.

For in their names, in their memory, we’ll strive to find our way,

To build a world where love triumphs, where hope holds sway.

In the shadows of the past, I stand, haunted and alone,

Where hope fades into darkness, and anguish finds its throne.

To the right, the flicker of life; to the left, Death’s cruel snare,

Where innocence was sacrificed, in the cold, unforgiving air.

They led them, my kin, to the chambers of despair,

Each heartbeat silenced, consumed by the poisonous air.

Two thousand souls, squeezed into chambers meant for none,

Their screams swallowed by silence, their stories forever undone.

How do I continue, amidst this ocean of despair?

Where every step forward is burdened with the weight of their share.

What crimes have we committed, to face such ruthless fate?

To witness the annihilation of love, to stand by and wait.

One brother’s cries still echo in the depths of my mind,

A symphony of agony, a chorus of souls entwined.

Six million souls, their names etched in the fabric of time,

Their memory a beacon, a testament to the human climb.

End this nightmare, end this torment, I pray with every breath,

For my daughter’s dreams were silenced in the face of death.

No cradle will she rock, no lullabies to ease her into sleep,

In this barren wasteland, where sorrow runs deep, where secrets weep.

Our legacy shattered, our heritage torn apart,

Yet the truth remains steadfast, etched in every heart.

Not six million, but six hundred million souls never to be born,

Their absence a scar on humanity, a legacy of scorn.

So I’ll sound the Shofar, its mournful cry echoing far and wide,

In honor of those who perished, in the darkness, where they hide.

For in their names, in their memory, we’ll strive to find our way,

To build a world where love triumphs, where hope holds sway.

To the right is Life

To the left is Death

To the chemical gas chambers, they took my sons, daughters, and wife

Each round 2000 Jews were squeezed like cattle, like sardines in a box screaming, clawing the ceiling for their last breath.

How will I go on?

I want to die.

Let me burn in Hell’s sun.

What did I do to be cursed – to be the one forced to place my loved ones in the crematorium?

I am the walking dead with nothing left, with no voice to cry.

One brother was still alive.

I heard his screams in the fires

I no longer want to survive

6 million pyres.

Rabbis, doctors, wagon drivers

Holy mothers, virgin sisters, every type, all the others.

I count the dead

I see the running red

The air is burning flesh

They house our gold teeth, wedding rings – and oh, my daughter’s beautiful wedding dress.

Kill me now! Kill me now!

I cannot go on!

Never will she dance at her wedding

Never wiĺl she hold her baby to her breast.

Kill me now! Take my soul

Let me walk the ice barren cold.

Our generations are gone

No one left to carry our name, our legacy baton

The deniers are right. 6 million were not murdered

It is 600 Million that were butchered never to be born

Oh, my soul, my nation is forever torn.

But I will never stop to blow the Shofar horn

And in their memory of the 600 million, I will make their names reborn.

s Life, to the left is Death’s abyss,

To the chemical chambers, they stole my loved ones with a hiss.

Two thousand souls packed like sardines in a crate,

Clawing for air, their screams sealed their fate.

How do I endure this relentless pain, this unfathomable loss?

I yearn for the flames, for Hell’s searing cross.

Why am I cursed to usher my kin into the crematorium’s maw?

A walking dead, with no voice left to draw.

One brother’s cries still haunt my nights,

Amidst the inferno’s flames, where hope takes flight.

Six million pyres, a testament to our despair,

Rabbis, mothers, sisters, all consumed by the Devil’s snare.

Kill me now, end this torment, I plead with every breath,

For my daughter’s wedding dance, lost in the face of death.

No cradle will she rock, no babe to her breast,

In this icy wasteland, where despair finds its nest.

Our legacy erased, our lineage torn asunder,

Yet deniers claim falsehoods, as if ignorance were a wonder.

Not six million, but six hundred million souls never to be born,

Their absence a gaping wound, humanity’s mournful thorn.

But I’ll sound the Shofar, its cry piercing the night,

In memory of the lost, in the darkness, where they take flight.

For in their names, in their memory, we’ll strive to mend what’s torn,

And from the ashes of despair, their legacy shall be reborn.