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A little Gray Building

I am Organize

I wonder what will happen to me once the camps are gone, if they ever are

I hear people praying in Yiddish, to survive

I see the Jew Smoke rising through the air, as I wish I could help the people

I want to help these poor Jews get out of the camps, to safety

I am Organize

I pretend my name doesn’t mean steal

I feel the amount of Jews in the world growing smaller every day

I touch the things people have organized to help themselves and others

I worry that the soldiers will find out what my name actually means

I am Organize

I understand that stealing is wrong

I say you can steal if you are desperate

I dream of the day Jews are treated the same as others

I try to help people survive within the camps

I hope that, one day, the Jews will be free

I am Organize

*This poem is in response to The Devil’s Arithmetic by Jane Yolen, a book about the Holocaust.

I Am Organize

Cassidy Sluss | 5th Grade, Room 122

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