My Name is…

My name is…
I was born in 2010.
I am a Christian.
I was playing outside when they came.
I tried to run
But the wheels were faster than my little feet.
They tied me to a fence; I couldn’t escape.
They murdered my parents and protectors before my little eyes.
I watched through tear-soaked little eyes.
They untied me and while I screamed cut out my heart.
It was consumed and shrouded in darkness.
That was purposed to damn my little soul.
I died in 2014.
My name is…

My name is…
I was born in 1989.
I am a Christian.
I was caring for my children when they came.
I tried to save my children
But the men were too many for my one frame.
They stripped me of my covering to feed their many eyes.
They invaded my one temple devoted to my husband and my God.
I endured the torment of their desire powerlessly.
They bound me as I wept; I was sold as property.
For coinage my beauty, dignity, and humanity were exchanged.
That was purposed to enslave me to another’s capricious lust.
I was sold in 2014.
My name is…

My name is…
I was born in 1929.
I am a Jew.
I was in my hometown when they came.
I tried to remain calm
But they boarded up our windows of hope and home.
They surrounded our blocks with links and barbs of metal.
They forced us into our hearse meant for cattle.
We traveled while life and joy became thirst, hunger, and death.
They opened the doors and commanded us to seperate and walk on.
We were stripped and shaved of what identity remained.
We were huddled together and were showered with death to breathe.
That was purposed to exterminate us as a people.
I was burned up in 1942.
My name is…

I heard a Voice say, “Cry out!”
I asked, “What shall I cry out?”
“Say:”
“I am a voice for those slaughtered and massacred.”
“I am a voice for those oppressed and sold.”
“A voice for those who did not have a chance or a time to tell me what
Their name is…”

With a passionate love for those suffering in Christ,

By: Antonio Miguel Perez