Note: Do not proceed if you haven't watched it and don't want me to spoil it for you.



i haven't cried so hard since... i can't remember. the performance of the cast was...stellar, to say the least. and i am once again reminded not to watch war movies otherwise i may need counselling the next time round. sometimes i can't stand that my heart is made of tissue (as in tissue paper... and it's the one-ply kind). anyhow, the movie inspired me to write this.

Too young

He was much too young to know
Too young to understand
Danger was a concept yet unborn
Far, far away in a distant land

He was a curious explorer of eight
He just wished to make a new friend
Delighted to have finally found one
They remained friends till the very end

The boy in the striped pyjamas
He had a peculiar name
There was a number tagged onto him
As if he were part of a game

Though from vastly different worlds
They were really just the same
Each with his heartbreaking innocence
Watched by us with sadness and pain

How were they to know
The horrors that had lain ahead
Terrors that shrouded reality
With the end already in wait

His mother cried as she buried her face
In his small clothes slathered with mud
He was German but he left like a Jew
The richest of ironies bathed in blood

It’s just a movie, I know, I know
But sometimes, life imitates art
The pain seeps through with fluid ease
And penetrates my weak aching heart

ps: Thank God Hitler is DEAD.

♥ 10:07 PM

♥ 6:35 PM