Fear is a poem written by Eva Pickova, a young Czechoslovakian girl. In 1942, she was taken to Terezin, a Nazi concentration camp. She died a little more than a year later in the infamous Auschwitz concentration camp. Her poem was discovered in Terezín after the camp was liberated.
Fear
Today the ghetto knows a different fear,
Close in it grip, death wields an icy scythe.
An evil sickness spreads a terror in its wake,
The victims of its shadow weep and writhe.
Today fathers heartbeat tell his fright.
And Mother's bend their heads into their hands,
Now children choke and die with typhus here,
A bitter tax is taken from their hands.
My heart still beats inside my breast
While friends depart for other worlds.
Perhaps its better-who can say?
Than watching this, to die today?
No, No, my God we want to live.
Not watch our numbers melt away.
We want to have a better world,
We want to work-we must not die!
Eva Pickova
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