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Promise to Run 

Oh my blood sister, please run
You whom I cherish ever still
As fast as God can carry you
Don't weaken your iron will
So stop and look at this sun
Where our promises ring true

I am eons away, it's true
But swiftly as time shall run
And with the passing of the sun
As one should not keep still
I'll keep my word, I will
Go to the ends to seek you

Know I'll go after only you
My sister, my keeper whose true
Colors shall show that she will
Do what I've done and run
To rescue the other, to still
Be the other's north, the other's sun

I cry as I look towards the sun
Because I fear to think of you
As winds grow quiet, the world be still
Like my heartbeats, my heartbeats true
I know why you shall forever run
For I asked you to and so you will

I confess to this power, this will
Stronger than the heat of this sun
Thicker than veins where our bloods run
I asked myself, will I die for you?
No lie can cover what we know is true
For our hearts control us ever still

With depths for you alone, I still
Cannot sleep no matter how I will
Myself to forget the past but true
As wherever you are, as far as sun
I shall keep my promises to you
That I will be there wherever you run

I shall will the sun
To rise true, as you
Still live on to run

 

 

 

    

Do Not Forget This Story

 

Bodies everywhere and not one living

I saw his cloudy vision of ashes

Raining

What was once a voice of reason

Faded into a suffering silence

 

He has nothing to fear now, it ebbed

From all those nights awaiting

His death

Embracing bones and spoilt flesh

Of those like him and his kind

 

Learning to stay awake, he survived

By wanting to stay alive, keeping

In mind

That if he closed his eyes it meant

Surrendering to sweet death

 

A closed space, that's all he had

And painful screams that had to be

Swallowed

For fear filled the stomach enough

To last another Godless day

 

He sees me in near-tears, his voice

Begs me back, but not once did he

Accuse

Though I am disheartened by all

The evils that surround the world

 

But you're here, I whisper to him

And he understands that I feel

For him

Still nights find me awake of faces

Screaming from a distance

 

-To my uncle S.

 

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Suffering has been around for years and centuries. May we find inspiration

from those who've overcome their struggles and have built by themselves the

lives they deserve.

--Christela

 

Fact: -The term "Final Solution" (Endl"sung) refers to Germany's plan to

murder all the Jews of Europe

-On November 14, 1935, the Nazis issued the following definition of a

Jew: Anyone with three Jewish grandparents; someone with two Jewish

grandparents who belonged to the Jewish community on September 15, 1935, or

joined thereafter; was married to a Jew or Jewess on September 15, 1935, or

married one thereafter; was the offspring of a marriage or extramarital

liaison with a Jew on or after September 15, 1935.

-Adolf Hitler was Roman Catholic.

 

Christela's Poems 1, 2

Bones from the Graveyard ™© J.R. Perez 2000

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