True story of my uncle who escaped to Hungary thinking he would be safe. Big mistake ....
In Buda,
They killed my uncle,
For no reason,
Just like they killed
The children of Beslin.
Mad, senseless,
Frenzied,
Hopeless,
Futile killing.
He survived
The Nazis
Three years.
Hidden by
Good friends,
Willing to risk,
Everything,
Only to be
Murdered
By marauding soldiers,
From the east.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 07:34
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Budapest 1944
In Buda,
They killed my uncle,
For no reason,
Just like they killed
The children of Beslin.
Mad, senseless,
Frenzied,
Hopeless,
Futile killing.
He survived
The Nazis
Three years.
Hidden by
Good friends,
Willing to risk,
Everything,
Only to be
Murdered
By marauding soldiers,
From the east.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 868 times
Written on 2005-10-28 at 07:34
Tags War Family
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