Not to see, not to hear,
Not to feel, not to fear,
Not to taste, not to touch,
Not to grip, not to clutch,
Not to hope, not to dream,
Not to shout, not to scream,
Not to run, not to fly,
Not to weep, not to cry,
Not to laugh, not to smile…
...Just to stop for a while…
Not to rest, not to flee,
Yes maybe, no maybe…
To be Jew isn’t much fun,
Against head loaded gun…
How to feel?… You tell me!…
…Jew be?… or not Jew be?…
© P. J. Oszmann (2000)
(Translated and reworked from one of my uncompleted Hungarian originals of 1951,
© Illustration created in Photoshop (2004)
Postscript:
This verse was intended to be in the Preface to my
Published autobiographical novel: Jew Be or Not Jew Be.
I can’t remember why, at the final editing I decided
to omit the piece.)
Perhaps next time… in a second edition?...
Connie
God Bless,
Excellent write of the struggle many Jewish people go through, continue to go through. Worse than Gentiles, that's for sure. And I think I have it rough...not even CLOSE. Well done, my friend.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I hope all is well and I'd like to wish you L'Shanah Tovah.
~ Sara
Janet xoxoxo
Regis
Compelling.
Keith
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :)