Ecriture poétique par les élèves grecs (classe de Terminale)
du 1er lycée d’Oraiokastro (près de Thessalonique) février 2022.
"Memories of the holocaust"
from Maria Anastasiadou
The wind is holding my hand ready to tear me apart, as I enter the grey emprty room where stacked with the crowd, I lose every piece of myself and become one with the mass of animals that fate has turned her back on. A flower is blooming on the black vail of inexistence that has covered us. Screams in the abyss heading towards complete nothingness, like us, pixies floating until we reach the asylum, they happily call paradise. Until we reach madness and forget that we are humans with dignity. As days passed by, the screams stopped, tired of running in the void. We pass the gate with the inscription "Work will free you" and unshaped masses with grey overcoats were mocking and spitting on us, taking off our clothes just because they could, playing with the souls of humans like they were their own, like they were never kids. We were leaving our last breaths with the stench burning our lungs and Death holding our hand, leading us to safety. Everything seems like a fake memory, like recollections from an old nightmare. However, I am glad I still remember, I am glad I still have the strengh to shout that I was, I am and will always be human.
''Can you hear them?'' by Kousenidou Sofia
They get on the train Hoping there's something to gain The train makes it's first move They're still hoping their life will improve The train makes a move on track And now there's no going back. The moment is arriving...
Stop. Close your eyes. Listen...
Can you hear them?
Children are crying, people are dying.
Can you hear them? When the moment arrives, the earth interwines with the hottest pits of hell
Can you hear them? Then, the moment arrives. And everyone they have ever known, everyone they have ever loved, Suddenly, dies...
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