The dead of winter, <br />Among Jewish women, <br />Helen stands frightened, <br />They are separating the healthy from the unhealthy, <br />She must look alive, <br />She must look pretty, <br />But how? <br />She hasn't eaten in days, <br />And shaking like a leaf, <br />Bring her blush from somewhere, <br />But where? <br />Ruling the confines of the camp is silence, <br />Work and work and eat less, <br />A fellow worker, Miriam, <br />Like a human comes along bringing a hair-pin, <br />Her mother gave it to her as a keepsake, <br />Now it's more than that, <br />It's a life saver. <br />Stick it into your finger, Helen! <br />Let the life come pouring out, <br />Let the blood be your blush. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Jack Tex <br />Inspired by Spielberg's 1993 'Schindler's List'<br /><br />Jack Tex<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-saver-3/
