How would Rose be feeling as she faced the group of ghost-like, starving men, women and children? Write a short verse of poetry based on your initial responses to the harrowing image. For example:
Trapped behind a threatening cage of wire,
Innocent souls drapped in the same colourless rags,
Shaven heads with identity stripped from them,
Gloomy blurry eyes staring into thin air,
Sympathy, sorrow and sadness writ large.
rose would flee angry because she don't know what is happening because the army look after there live. A say why do they have boll head sharp close like they are in prison
ReplyDeleteUpsetting faces pierced on Rose,
ReplyDeleteTorn deteriorating clothes, uniform for the kidnapped,
Shaven heads leaving an unanswered identity.
Rejected humans dismayed with humanity,
Compassionate, Separated, Souls.
Scampering around the floor in-search for food,
ReplyDeleteTrapped in their own mind,
Consumed by fear
Motionless faces filled with devastation and cries of despair,
Hungry, miserable, depressed
By Tecia Aquino Neves
Abandon souls, lonely broken hearts.
ReplyDeletePale faces staring at me.
Terrified I felt a tear run down my cheek.
Distraught children hunched up in the corner.
Scared, Sympathy, Sorrow………
The Troubled Souls
ReplyDeleteInsipid black and blue uniform decaying in the daylight with the ghastly yellow Star of David,
Pail, indistinct children stand staring at Rose with spooky brown eyes,
Every single blameless child (for no reason) had there hair shaven off their heads,
Derelict innocent souls pleading for sympathy behind the big barbed wire fence,
Terrified, anxious, puzzled…
Unidentified to who did this, barbarically kept children starve in a cage
ReplyDeleteindividuality stolen, the poor souls call over the spiked grey fence, spirals around the perimeter.
Ghostly eyes, stare into the clearing of the dreary forest.
abandoned, crepuscular, disappointing.
Hanging around in their identical groups, wishing they where some where else.
Puddles drenching their frost-bitten feet.
Ding construction loom over them, rusting in the rain.
One of the in the corner bearing in mind if she should live or die.
anxious, worried, separated.
Lost children
ReplyDeleteIsolated souls waiting to be found,
Pastel faces staring at vulnerable land.
Thin empty bodies scrawny like a feather,
Shaven heads, leave them with no individuality.
Shocked, sorry, sad.
Behind spiky-wire, no way obtainable,
Shabby St. David’s star positions out from the dull
black and white costumes.
Lives shattered like the windows ahead them.
Despairing for food, have not been fed in beings.
Unhappy, appalled, heartbroken.
By Fatima
Taken out of there home
ReplyDeleteas you see them you see there bones' the sight is sad
has Hitler gone mad
when I look at them I feel sorry
I always say don't worry
I will make it be
disturbed, sad and horrific
Behind your shadow,
ReplyDeleteI stand and fall.
It’s a tough battle,
In which I feel so small.
My feelings toward you,
you might think are dumb.
Sad upset confused,
angry hurt and numb
I don't know how Hitler can be alright with this
ReplyDeleteWhen they were locked up my heart STOP beating
The pain Hitler made me feel
I stood in my spot with tears in my eyes running
How would you feel if you was one of them ???
Death, death, death followed her
ReplyDeleteMelting snow taking time
Soldiers in the distance
Please go away!
Trees warned her
This is not where you should stay
Is this how it should be ?
A lifeless forest
A stump that can't grow because of what surrounds it
I wonder what more I could face
Could I face such a terrible place?
The pale face of children crying, waiting for help, their eyes watered, they reached out to her asking for food, until that was the end of Rose.
ReplyDeleteIsolated children run by fear
ReplyDeletelost souls trying to escape from a pit of darkness
exhaustion and dehydration is expected or most likely bereavement in the tragic
sadly little kids die afraid
Scrawny, innocent children standing side by side,
ReplyDeletePale, thin, faces glaring forward at the forest that stands before them.
Tearful eyes stare at Rose, making her feel uncomfortable. Their bodies pleading for rest, hoping for love.
Sympathy, Sadness, Sorrow.
Children's Misery!
ReplyDeleteScared soldiers, disgusted by Hitler
Children with shaved heads staring at me
Tree stumps, no longer
Watching all the children, they have nothing to eat