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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