Despair (A Holocaust Poem)

Walls echoing with anguished cries,

the smell of death lingers in every corner.

The things seen, felt,

Weigh down the air.

Nothing compares to the evils

That occurred within a death camp.

Jewish people, stripped of more

Than worldly possessions;

Sorted ‘accordingly’, families ripped apart.

To the right, a quick end. Painless? No one knows.

To the left, torture. But still,

A chance to survive.

Again, the horrible things that occurred;

The tragedy of being a twin,

Inevitably to be chosen.

Your future to be filled with

Experimenting, tested on like a lab rat.

The screams of horror, pain.

To be here, in this place--

A nightmare.

Only, one didn’t awaken.

To feel this wrath,

Brought on without cause,

For a crime never committed.

Unjust, cruel, inconceivable;

But it happened.

Listen closely: Still their whispers are heard,

Sighs of agony reverberating through the ages.

Liar, Liar, Pants On Fire

One of the hardest things to do is tell the truth, especially in trying situations. I would never go around boasting the morality of truthfulness because I know there are plenty of times when I have lied to avoid punishment or unfavorable consequences. However, when it comes down to the nitty gritty, telling the truth is still the best option. Keeping a lie going is very difficult and exhausting, and the results are much worse if someone finds out than if one just tells the truth to begin with. Of course telling the truth means one is almost certainly in for some kind of discipline, and there is the chance one can get away with a lie, but the risk is great. As well, there still is the point of morality. For the most part, telling the truth is just the easier route to take. It is less work, less risk, and it is much more respectable.