Freedom — Freedom

I am a Jewish boy.
I wonder if I will ever survive.
I hear people screaming and crying.
I see people with shaved heads.
I want to see my family.
I am a Jewish boy.
I pretend to smile.
I feel very scared.
I touch something that feels like a rock.
I worry if I will ever survive.
I cry when I see dead bodies.
I am a Jewish boy.
I understand someone’s going to die.
I say to myself, people will survive and freedom will come.
I dream that I will survive this catastrophic event.
I try to save other people.
I hope for freedom.
I am a Jewish boy.