Duo Ari Zetak, USA

Holocaust Poems & Metaphor Poetry

IF I WASNT A KNOT, COULD YOU STILL TIE ME?

feels like the storm is coming
old has a different connotation
for those in danger of aging
wasting away
the longer the wait
the longer the days
the more time spent taking your time
coherent to a type
a tape recording
of the last epiphany you had
about how life is a monster
a beast without a plan
that eyes see the colors of life
like hands feel pain
like heads turn in surprise
and chests pound like drums
letting war ring out loud
persecuting the ear with hype
as if fighting was a celebration
for human life
or danger was life's only breath
taking on death
with a voice like a mute
screaming
as we age
excuse
and blame
our sins on fame
fortune and faith
our lives are running short
like candles in the wind
or a sleepers song
singing
let war ring out loud
like time had a say
let death come
and take us all away
let war ring out loud
like time had a say
let death come
and take us all away
praying our tears will be heard
crying our prayers will be wiped away
time tells us all
were only here to stay
as long as we have enough blood to pay
so lets drench these fields in life's name
the sacrifice to live, is the cost of death
if the freedom of life is given up
the fear of death can be shed
as the weight of heaven pushes down
until you have made hell your bed
sleep and let time fly by

if life leaves you in the night

then you cant complain you're dead

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