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Ghetto: A Poem

By Samantha (Sami) Silk, Bus 8 Participant


the path that we now follow

is the Exodus our ancestors never chose

flooding with pain they died not to swallow

the past spills into the river and flows


we cross a blue bridge

over blue waters

just like our Jewish mothers

and our Jewish fathers


we walk cobblestoned streets

and enter a wide open square

no longer crowded with fleets

of men with guns who always glare


in the station there are lines for trains

with people pushing and shoving

there’s special treatment for the elderly with their canes

and people give up seats because they’re loving


but I can’t help but think of the lines that used to be

with people shot crying and trying to leave

when “special treatment” meant killing the young and elderly

and there weren’t any seats for anyone to even thieve


empty chairs around the square

illuminate the shadows of people gone

and where the men sat who didn’t care

as they hunted us like wolves killing a fawn


we return to this ghetto

as strangers yet again

our hearts beat an allegretto

but this time we’ll live to say—