Grade 10 Age 15
I turned around and to my astonishment
I saw an honest little Polish boy
portraying the fear I had tried to hide
from my children as they cry
wondering why they can’t sleep
in their bed again tonight
why the country that used to be their home
is now just four empty walls
with its once decorated insides
being washed away
white-washed away. . .
I wish I knew the answers to their questions
maybe I did, but I never portrayed
the honesty your face had—
the fear, the innocence, the disappointment.
You were loud Polish boy
I don’t think you know how loud you were Polish boy
Your eyes screamed the innocence you deserved
And although, by only a few people were you heard
Your silence is the loudest
most unbearable curse.