Page 5 - Cornice Grade 8
P. 5
Poem
Ballad
Past A Lifetime
• Shriyans Shrestha • • Shreya Paudel •
Sit around me I am going to tell a story The very first thing I saw
The year is 1943 and WWII is happening, Was your face, you smiled as I stared in awe
Thousands of death every single day Your hands were holding mine, a warm feeling
As the holocaust brings fear to every Jewish city Face so bright even the dispirited would find it
appealing
Every human rights broken by one
Women and children lie dead every which way That time when I fell was the last time I cried
Family and friends broken apart or so I thought, tears spilled as more strength
As the man brings terror to every broken heart on the whip you applied
marks and red fluid staining my skin, memories
Streets are empty like an abandoned city forever engraved
Through the fear of the day Where did I go wrong, maybe the fault was
Where they lie soulless in a gutter how I behaved
No one will ever check
Neglect I felt when father dear left me alone
But now it is over my friend The reason why he started drnking is still
Don’t worry it is a thing of a past unknown
As the affair is long gone away in the history Screams and shouts I hear every night
As the people are joyous celebrating their victory Why can’t we be a normal family I want this to
alight
Oh mother dear, father sweetheart
Why do you just watch me as I fall apart
I remember the few happy memories I cherish
I want to run away, free myself from a reality
this hellish
