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My name is Jeremy Hobbs and I am fourteen years old. This page of poetry is a special tribute
to those lost in the Holocaust and the survivors that lived to tell their story. It is poetry I wrote as
a result of very vivid Holocaust dreams and is by no means the result of my own writing abilities.
It seems that those lost were constant reminders as I wrote these poems in a hope to understand
my dreams and the messages they contained. I would like to thank Michael Dunn for his generos-
ity and Mr. Joey Korn for his help, guidance, and inspiration.

IF ROME SHOULD FALL "...the wretched refugees in search of something better, of something worth living for, other than the hope of another day." THE EXECUTIONER'S SONG "A cry during the moral battle before the fall, a cry of hope from the blackened soul of the persecutor." THE FIDDLER OF ROME "He sits upon the green hills of Rome, he sees its horror and the pain that take place behind its gates of wire." OF GROWING OLD IN ROME "To this I am only an observer, for I am young, and have not seen the evil that was done under the sun in Rome."