By this wall I me stand
Maurader soldier, a gun in his hand
What bravery to kill me, an innocent man
While I pray where even God does not stand
Wall to my back holes never to fill
The world must know, hatred never lies still
Inside a dark heart where evil mines until
My blood turns cold as only a sure death will
I never spoke other than the truth
Minding my store, remembering my youth
What happened to laughter, children and Ruth
She was taken away, just as hope was an untruth
I cried after the bullet skies did bleed
Falling forward, the ground met my need
To be buried, let Yahweh finish the deed
We are chosen, but who would want my seed?
Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on January 29, 2020:
Thank you Lorna... I tried for dignity in the death of an innocent unarmed man. The passing of the mind to the other side and letting go of what will never be on this one.
Lorna Lamon on January 28, 2020:
Sometimes there are no words Mark and in this poem I only see images. I watched the Holocaust memorial and listened to the horror these brave people had to endure. Let us pray it will never happen again. Your poem is a stark reminder and is powerful in its telling.
Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on January 28, 2020:
Thank you Umesh. What I say concerning the Holocaust does it no justice. It's not horrific enough in my own words but I could only say what I could say...
Umesh Chandra Bhatt from Kharghar, Navi Mumbai, India on January 28, 2020:
Well conceived. Nice poem.