The Amish Schoolchildren and Other Child Victims of Violence

The title poem from "I never saw another butterfly", poems written by children in the Terezin concentration camp.

"The Butterfly"

The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing
against a white stone. . . .

Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly 'way up high.
It went away I'm sure because it wished to
kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks I've lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don't live in here,
in the ghetto.

Pavel Friedman 4.6.1942

May all children have every chance to see another butterfly.
 
:asian: Violence was not their way. They trusted the Lord. Their community still does in this tragedy.
 
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