The Holocaust is often best described in the simplicity of the art and words of the children who were the victims. Below are some poems and drawings from children of the Holocaust.
The picture above is a painting by a child interred in Terezin camp during the Holocaust. She dreamed of seeing butterflies again.
When a new child comes
Everything seems strange to him.
What, on the ground I have to lie?
Eat black potatoes? No! Not I!
I’ve got to stay? It’s dirty here!
The floor- why, look, it’s dirt, I fear!
And I’m supposed to sleep on it?
I’ll get all dirty!
Here the sound of shouting, cries,
And oh, so many flies.
Everyone knows flies carry disease.
Oooh, something bit me! Wasn’t that a bedbug?
Here in Terezín, life is hell
and when I’ll go home again, I can’t yet tell.
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