The Thistle

Raised is a Thistle, and ugly weed,
praised as it grows from a ruined seed,
slowly spreading roots of greed
through our family, it's word we shall heed.

At first it was simple, our instincts ignored
the plight and flight and fear were implored,

they rounded us up, lies were much spread,
like the thistle's roots through our young little heads.
the ghettos began it, the camps to they led,
Many a saltwater tear were shed

The sun shone full power, our bodies ablaze,
the water we missed set our minds ahaze
I wish we could escape this terrible maze

But every exit is a gateway to hell,
so finally winter swept us into it's shell,
to where we hide from the synister bell
the coming of dawn is a legend they tell

The Thistle grew stronger, we had no control,
no willpower and no minds of our own,
the dawn light above the mountains had shown,
a way out, a way back to our home.

Every day dawn was harder to see,
past the fresh tears and the shadowed trees,
there was a wish that we could be free,
wishes like that are our minds and our dreams

All around me begin to die,
The Thistle has poisioned us with it's lies,
alone we sit from the shadows we shy,
missing the lost our last tears we cry

Slowly my soul desends into nothing,
the shells of humans yet hearts still pumping,
there is no more spark, no more hope for something,

and that's when we were proved wrong at last,
saved from damnation they came quite fast,
rekindling lost spririts with thoughts of the past.

Home our journey has finally taken,
now we know the fury awakened,
is this what happens when god has forsaken
his people, maybe our faiths were mistaken?

But now the freedom comes at a loss,
Unknown is the last bridge and how to cross,
the Thistle was killed by the Allie's frost,
But we still suffered from the Holocaust

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