Surviving

I wrote a poem from the point of view of a Holocaust survivor for english class and I just got back from student-parent-teacher conferences and my english teacher told me that my poem was her favorite ( :

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I'm a survivor?

"Happiness is a warm gun"
a tightened noose
a lolling tongue
Take me to a better place
Pull the trigger
Shoot my face
Burn my skin
Gas my lungs
Just kill us all
your will be done

"Happiness is a warm gun"
60 years later,
and I'm still alive
They say I'm so lucky
to have survived
But what about my family?
all of them are dead
The Nazis took their guns
and bashed them in the head
I wish I could join them now
Just float up, up and away
Gonna give the trigger a squeeze
One of these days

"Happiness is a warm gun"
The end is near now
I can't go on
No more fear now
Will soon see
Dad and Mom
Load up the bullets
My body tense and my eyes, crying
Give the trigger a final pull
So much for surviving
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