Child Murder
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9 Candles were on my last birthday cake,just one away from double digits . 9 Candles on my cake, one candle for each year. 9 Candles were lit, I could feel the heat of each of them. 9 Candles that punched 9 little holes in my cake. 9 Candles, not enough to light up the
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Do you sleep at night, knowing what you did to me? Does your conscience bother you? Do you have a soul? And if you do how could you do what you did? Do you have children of your own? Or do you have nieces or nephews? Would you kill them? We both know you wouldn’t
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I am one in a million, my Father says. I am unique in every way, my Mother says. I am their bundle of joy my parents say. I am a threat to the nation, the Nazis say. I am costing the country a lot of money, the government says. I should not have been born,
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I am just a boy who wants to play outside I am just a boy who sometimes is a little excited I am just a boy who likes playing with toys I am just a boy , I mean no harm. I am just a boy with a mamma and a papa. I am just
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Will this be the last Sun light I see? I did see the sunbeams through the cracks on the train. They shone on the people in the wagon, Some did not move, They were asleep my mother said, but I don’t believe her Will this be the last fresh air I breathe? On the
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He smiled at me and he even rubbed my head, while my mother was holding me. He smiled at me and looked me in the eyes I can not read yet but I know a few letters, He has the letter SS on his uniform. He smiled at me and said goodbye He smiled at
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No longer will I walk my dog or ride my bike No longer will I read a book or write a card No longer will I do what everyone else my age does. No longer will I be loved or no longer will I love. Not because I am a bad person or because I
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We all know the story of Anne Frank, well at least we think we do. But Anne Frank wasn’t only a girl who wrote a diary, she was also still a child and I think this is often forgotten. It’s probably because of her mature attitude but at the end of the day she was
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A tear rolls down my face because you made me cry, not because you hurt me. A tear rolls down my face because you made me sad, not because you did me wrong A tear rolls down my face and I wonder why, because I don’t know you. A tear rolls down my face although
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I am just a child I wear no uniform. nor do I carry a gun My best friend is a doll I am just a child I do not hate nor do I judge My school days haven’t even begun yet I am just a child I play with toys and like to draw pictures
History of Sorts 
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