Two trains
Two trains from a station departed, each with its' own load,
To its' respective destinations, what different stories it told,
One filled with children, whose parents sent them for the hope of a brighter future,
Where under the ominous clouds of war, no longer a dream of them growing up , they could nurture,
The other filled with cold blooded efficiency, full of suffering souls,sore,
By a wayward minority that deemed them human no more,
One filled by the efforts of a sole man, who tried to do all that he could,
To save the children from a cruel fate, fueled by the sense of brotherhood,
The other filled by the followers of a madman,
Whose stories of superiority and exclusivity ran,
Turned the morality of a wracked continent ,wan,
To slaughter houses, deemed concentration camps
How quickly humanity slides down the morality ramp,
One that trundled to hope and life,
Not without pain,loss or strife,
But in whose deliverance ,humanity gained a new life,
The other to those empty shells that stand as a stark reminder,
That the downfall of humanity begins, with the illusion of "the other".
--shubha
[P.S. This poem came to me after watching an episode about an Englishman, Sir Nicholas Winton who saved 669 Jewish children from Czechoslovakia by sending them by train to adoptive families in England. Two years later, Jews from Czechoslovakia were sent to Auschwitz in different kind of trains]
Two trains from a station departed, each with its' own load,
To its' respective destinations, what different stories it told,
One filled with children, whose parents sent them for the hope of a brighter future,
Where under the ominous clouds of war, no longer a dream of them growing up , they could nurture,
The other filled with cold blooded efficiency, full of suffering souls,sore,
By a wayward minority that deemed them human no more,
One filled by the efforts of a sole man, who tried to do all that he could,
To save the children from a cruel fate, fueled by the sense of brotherhood,
The other filled by the followers of a madman,
Whose stories of superiority and exclusivity ran,
Turned the morality of a wracked continent ,wan,
To slaughter houses, deemed concentration camps
How quickly humanity slides down the morality ramp,
One that trundled to hope and life,
Not without pain,loss or strife,
But in whose deliverance ,humanity gained a new life,
The other to those empty shells that stand as a stark reminder,
That the downfall of humanity begins, with the illusion of "the other".
--shubha
[P.S. This poem came to me after watching an episode about an Englishman, Sir Nicholas Winton who saved 669 Jewish children from Czechoslovakia by sending them by train to adoptive families in England. Two years later, Jews from Czechoslovakia were sent to Auschwitz in different kind of trains]
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