Below are some of the ways how the children expressed the holocaust, via drawings and poetry. It really is heartbreaking but it is important we know how they felt.Throughout their suffering some kids still had hope. Even after seeing people around being killed, often their own family.
Yehuda Bacon’s drawing of his Father dying in the gas chamber.
The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone….
Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure
because it wished
to kiss the world good-bye.
For seven weeks I’ve lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
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