Never saw another butterfly

The photo above is my vision of my poem. As I read the poem I just felt like I was in her shoes and every body with fear around me. “Today the ghetto knows a different fear,Close in its grips, death wield and icy scythe. An evil sickness spreads a terror in its wake, The victims of its shawdos, weep and writhe. Today a father’s heartbreaks tells his fright and mother bend their heads into their hands. Now children choke and die with typhus here, A bitter tax is taken from their bands. My hear still beats inside my breast while friends depart for other worlds. Perhaps it’s better- who can say?- than watching this, to die today? No no, my God, we want to live! Not watch our numbers melt away. We want to have a better world, we want to work- we must not die!