I was once a little child
who longed for other worlds.
But I am no more a child
for I have known fear,
I have learned to hate...
How tragic, then is youth
which lives with enemies,
with gallows ropes.
Yet, I still believe
I only sleep today,
that I'll wake up,
a child again, and
start to laugh
and play.
Below it gives a name which I can't make out, but it says it is authored by a 14-year old who died in 1943 in the death camp at Auschwitz.
If anyone knows the name of the author I would appreciate a comment.
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