Friday, May 17, 2013

Where Was Man. Poema de Sonia Weitz, sobreviviente del Holocausto



  

Where Was Man


My private battle with God.


You know I hated You oh Lord
I cursed your blessed name
I needed help a sign a word
And there was no one else to blame

Because Your silence drove me mad
I climbed the walls and tore my hair
My lungs were spitting blood and yet
You wouldn’t listen to my prayer

I called on You in torment wild
And desperately cursed Your name
Then I was nothing but a child
And there was no one else to blame

But now I feel God wasn’t dead
And WHERE WAS MAN I ask instead  

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