[Pillow] Thoughts

I am visually analyzing a picture of a grey and white striped pillow that is horribly crumpled and wrinkled. In my eyes, it has a very gloomy aura about it. This crinkly pillow reminds me of the millions of men, women, and children who had to endure “life” in concentration camps.

They have done nothing wrong. The simple fact that they are of a different race or religion prompts villainous, hateful groups to overtake them. The crazy, merciless groups over-power the other human beings that they do not agree with, and force them to live in prisons. Only these places are worse than prisons. You do not get an adequate amount of food or water, and what you do get can hardly provide enough nutrients to keep you alive.

The sad pillow looks as if it has gone through many torturous nights. It absorbs all of the emotions of the people who lay their heads down on its worn out, faded fabric. The horrified souls’ tears have eternally soaked into the pillow, immortalizing all of the sorrow that so many have had to undergo.

 

Haiku:

The birds stop singing

Our chains clatter on the ground

No more sleep for us