Whilst I was researching on the holocaust info for my group, i came upon a poem and its quite meaningful I think, it talks about lost hope and all...;

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
I carried lightly ‘way up high.
It went away Im sure because it wished to
kiss the world goodbye.


For seven weeks Ive lived in here,
Penned up inside the ghetto
But I have found my people here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut candles in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.


That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies dont live in here,
In the ghetto.




- Pavel Friedmann, from I Never Saw Another Butterfly, Children’s Drawings and Poems from Theresienstadt Concentration Camp, 1942-44. (Hana Volokova, editor. Schocken Books, 1993)

Butterfly for thought.