I am drawn to chaotic images of people in Warsaw
lives shredded, torn, destroyed for
Jew Families, Jew Children, Jew Husbands,
fathers, wives, mothers, friends, brothers, sisters
dying and dead.
Pictures stare at me, grab me, pull me
to their time, their story
Men look stressed, knowing.
Women look hopeful, regretting.
Children, thrown to the streets.
Parents dying for faith, and blood.
Hate is powerful.
I Hate those who hated you and
seek forgiveness for that emotion.