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.

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