True story of my uncle who escaped to Hungary thinking he would be safe. Big mistake ....


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
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Written on 2005-10-28 at 07:34

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That is too tragic to bear.
There is no sense nor humanity in the holocaust and all the other atrocities of war. War itself is contrary to Godly design.
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