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I was only a child
A little girl
I knew no other world
Than the world of banners and flags and glory
Of speeches and leaders and armies
Leading the people to victory

I was only a child.
So easily was I led to believe
All the lies that I was told
I grew up in a world
Of smiling rosy faces
And braided hair of gold
Bright eyes sparkling in the sun
A world
Of music and laughter and innocent fun
Affection and affluence
Red ribbons and lace
Mommy’s perfect daughter
In the perfect place
I didn’t see the pain
I didn’t see the sorrow ahead
I didn’t see that the monsters
Were not under my bed

I was only a child
I didn’t question a word
My daddy said
He spoke of the sword
But he spoke the truth
That’s what everyone said
Everyone cheered
They loved him
They loved me, too
They all held me dear
What an adorable child!
What a pretty smile!
My daddy’s friends would say
She’ll grow up to be beautiful someday!
I didn’t see the lies
They held in their eyes
I didn’t see the world
They had made
Their world of pain
Their world of sorrow
The world where
Few got to dream of tomorrow

I was only a child.
I loved the sunshine on my face
That lit up the world
As far as I could see
But then the sun no longer shined
The storm clouds gathered in the sky
I tried to hide the fear in my eyes
The monsters lurked in the dark
Dark corners of the underground Hell
That was the way we fell
My mommy took me in her arms
As she whispered that she loved me
Loved me very much
She told me it would be all right
Then sent me to sleep for the night
With a kiss and a drop
Of bitter medicine on my tongue
But mommy, I don’t need medicine
I said as I started to fight
She smiled and turned out the light
As I closed my eyes
And hugged my teddy bear tight
I saw the pain and sorrow
And the lies of tomorrow

I was only a child
That’s what they said when they found me
Only a child
My body laid out in the sunshine
Clouded by the smoke and flames
Stained by blood and grime
Only a child
A little girl
Born into a world
Doomed to fall
I was only a child, after all
©2008-2009 ~airemaye
:iconairemaye:

Author's Comments

I've always been fascinated by the tragic story of the Goebbels children. I've been wanting to write something about them for a long time.

The Goebbels children were the five daughters and one son of Nazi propaganda minister, Joseph Goebbels and his wife, Magda. On May 1, 1945, as defeat was descending upon the Fuhrerbunker, Magda, fearing what kinds of lives her children would lead in a world without national socialism, drugged all of them with morphine, then poisoned them with cyanide as they slept.

The movie "Downfall" portrays their deaths very poignantly. (The scene always makes me cry like a baby)

Anyway, this poem is meant to be from the point of view of Helga Goebbels, the oldest one of the children, who was 12 when she was murdered. She was just one of the millions of innocent children corrupted and killed by the Nazi ideology.

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:icontimewatch:
How sad.

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:iconcourtney-a-cookie:
I'm watching Downfall right now!

The Goebbels family has been a fascination of mine, as well. I'm writing a paper on Joseph.

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:iconcedricthedragon:
I am crying now. I can't think of the Goebbels children without feeling so sad.
I am deeply touched by this lovely poem to Helga. She is my favourite child from the family.
This brings the scene from Downfall back to me.

This is a pretty awesome poem.

I hope to write a something about these children myself.
:iconairemaye:
Thank you. :-)

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~Mary
:iconcedricthedragon:
My book is going to be called JUNGMADEL

The idea came to me in the car just 10 minutes ago.

The book is about several girls living in the Glory Years of the Third Reich. Each girls story is told in diary form.

Anna is the central character but other girls lives are also affected. Another girl is Jewish in guise of a German girl.
Helga Goebbels is also part of the frame, she wasn't in the BDM but she was looked up to by many girls at that time. I have a number of ideas but this will be part of a trilogy, I hope. I will have to stay home a few days in order to flesh out ideas.

The books will be aimed at children from 9-16 but primarily Young Girls.

The front sleeve of the book will have an image of a Jungmadel, in uniform, looking happy, the Nazi flag in the background.
All is bright and beautiful, the girl is well and happy to live living "under the watchful eye of the Fuhrer".
Hitler's Shadow is set in the background, his arm raised in salute, a glimpse of the darkness to come.

This is a happy time the girls. The stories are intertwined and many times two or more of the girls come into contact with each other. Helga's sections will be when one of the girls mentions her to her friends, and we then enter the Goebbels home and witness how life was for her. The story will have dramatic sequences with air raids and the drama's faced by young girls at all ages. I feel this book will appeal to
little girls of around 9 because the children in the story are girls, just like them. The fact they are living in the Third Reich make no difference.

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:iconrainygalaxy:
Wow, beautiful poem! The story of Helga and her family also fascinates me. How sad.
:iconairemaye:
Sounds like an awesome story.:-) I really hope you follow through with the idea.

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~Mary
:iconvesture:
This is breathtaking and so beautiful.

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