May 7, 2007

Never Again.

Posted in Literature, Movies, peace, Politics, Uncategorized, World at 7:27 pm by Kaylaface.

My English class is studying the Holocaust right now. We’ve read Night by Elie Wiesel who is a survivor, watched Spielberg’s Schindler’s List, written essays and journal entries, etc. We’ve buried our heads for the past six weeks into the past. Yesterday we went even further. We took a field trip to the National Holocaust Museum in Washington D.C. If I could have taken pictures, I would have. There was so much to see and it was breathtaking. Everything about it, the pictures, the artifacts, the videos, everything. There were times I wanted to cry and times I felt nauseous. In one part of the museum they have an actual cattle car that was used to transport the Jews from the Ghettos to the concentration camps and when I walked through it, I wanted to puke so bad. I guess studying it and seeing all the pictures and such graphic descriptions of how it was in the cars was just too much. Luckily, I didn’t. I want to go back. I want to go read more than I did. I want to see it all. We were only allowed in the permanent exhibit, but I want to go see everything else. And then do some more touring of DC. I bought a pin that says “Never Again” which is a theme that is taught from the Holocaust. There’s also a Jewish hip-hop artist who goes by the name of Remedy. One of his songs is “Never Again” which we listened to. I found the video and I wanted to share it with someone.

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February 4, 2007

Hands V. Guns

Posted in Poetry, Politics at 9:05 pm by Kaylaface.

United we Stand
Divided we fall
Together as one
That’s our law.
Love thy Father,
Brother,
Mother,
Sister,
Lover.
Together as one,
The greatest country to be alive,
That’s what we’re taught.
Live. Laugh. Love.
What if we live for someone
that isn’t approved by the government?
What if we laugh at the people
All because they can’t open their eyes?
What if the one we love looks like us?

He walks the streets,
Being shunned by society,
All because he’s different,
They don’t approve.

Yet the man behind him,
He’s strapped with a machine gun,
Killing whoever he pleases,
And no one bats an eye.

Holding hands is a crime in today’s society,
But holding a killing machine is okay.
What have we come too?
For the greatest country in the world,
We seem to be pretty blind.
Since when has “love” had a definition?
Why can such a diverse culture,
Be so unaccepting of love,
And so comfortable with war??