Why is the world such a horrid place? Children and their
families being executed, blameless people becoming victims of Hitler’s plot. Why
can’t this world be a place of peace where we welcome the poor into our homes,
and do good deeds; not for money or because someone said so, but out of the
goodness of their soul. When will this happen? Will I live for it? Will I die
with evil? So many questions, that can’t be answered. This world distresses me.
Why would you say one thing but mean another? Or kill someone who is just like
you and me? Aren’t we all equal? Then why do we fight over land that we can
just share instead of killing our own citizens? Or, who cares about how much
money you have and how much your neighbor has. You can never become poor by
giving. I watch the boys playing in the street; they play war, ‘shooting’ the
enemy. I have heard of stories in America of men leaving their families and
drinking until their money is gone. What if the stars in the sky are the people
that have died? If so, the night sky will be as bright as the day sky soon. I am
only a child and I have the burden of dying young to carry around. Some nights I
cry myself softly to sleep thinking of all those who have passed before me. Will
I be next? Mother? Father? Margo? Hanneli? Sanne? Who? When? How? All questions
I have no answer to.
-Anne Frank
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