At Terezin
By Teddy who lived at Terezin Concentration Camp
When a new child comes
Everything seems strange to him.
What, on the ground I have to lie?
Eat black potatoes? No! Not I!
I've got to stay? It's dirty here!
The floor--why, look, it's dirt, I fear!
And I'm supposed to sleep on it? I'll get
Here the sound of shouting, cries,
And oh, so many flies.
Everyone knows flies carry disease.
Oooh, something bit me! Wasn't that a
Here in Terezin, life is hell
And when I'll go home again, I can't yet
