March of the Living: The West 2013 travel blog


Expression and reflection come in different forms. Some sing, some draw, some write freely - even though they are different forms,they all have the same feelings behind them. Here are two examples from two participants - an original song written by Hilly Rubin and poetry written by Rae Marcum.

A Different Way- Original song by Hilly Rubin

The day before I cannot bear

The day before I become scared

Only day I’ve ever been

Completely untied at the seams

Tonight I won’t be left alone

So many miles away from home

My blood and bones my skin and teeth

All touching the ground beneath

How would I be holding on only for the people gone

All my body here today

I’m coming home a different way

Processing the pain, could it be any more vain

Marching along in this world of the insane

Despite the overwhelming disadvantage we can make a change

Make it completely known to the world that is your name

The way I couldn’t keep it closed

From my heart good things arose

Only by the setting sun

My friends and I already won

The day that we could never see

All the things that we could be

In the snow blistering cold

All together growing old

But not to worry we’re still young

At least until the day is done

And we will never ever sleep until we climb into the deep

Processing the pain, could it be any more vain

Marching along in this world of the insane

Despite the overwhelming disadvantage we can make a change

Make it completely known to the world that is your name

Easy for us to be standing

Straddling the wall we’ve landed

Faces laying upon blankets

Always known to become candid

Explanations of our ashes

Never meant to become stranded

With one and only thing to do, to keep on living on for you

Processing the pain, could it be any more vain

Marching along in this world of the insane

Despite the overwhelming disadvantage we can make a change

Make it completely known to the world that is your name.

The day before I cannot bear

The day before I become scared

Only day I’ve ever been

Completely untied at the seams

Tonight I won’t be left alone

So many miles away from home

My blood and bones my skin and teeth

All touching the ground beneath

How would I be holding on only for the people gone

All my body here today

I’m coming home a different way


Rae's poems:

I.

the snow crunches and sticks

falls with a splat and melts on blue fabric

but floats in the distance

landing softly on bare branches

tops of tombstones like lines of

crooked teeth

II.

red blood spreads

melting the snow

a growing crimson stain

sinking in, slowly lowering the head

down to hard frozen earth

laying it on his mother’s icy bosom

as his body chills, lice looks for a new home

abandoning the dead

as the mourners abandoned him

forced onward by guns and uniformed shouts

a trail of footprints leads to a bundle of now wet cloth

one direction, never returning

III.

tomorrow and tomorrow and

tomorrow’s tomorrow

never to be forgotten

we follow in yesterday’s footsteps

and remember where those steps

stopped short

falling into pits

like our tears fall into snow

when we remember

a baby whose mother fell

on to him when she was shot

as she tried to run

he was cuddled, then held

by his feet & beaten to death

on a tree trunk

and thrown into a pit

while women and children were forced to watch

our tears fall

and we remember



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