| Inspired by La Vita � Bella (Life is Beautiful), which really had an impact on me. I conceived of this poem while watching La Vita � Bella for the first time. The thoughts and words came to me and I paused the movie and took fifteen minutes to write them down. Then I finished the film, had a cry (very sad movie), and completed the poem. Child A heart that wants love A body feels cold "He's not an aryan child." I'm told. He has ears to hear And eyes to see "He isnt an aryan child, Not he." A baby. A small one. A sweet little boy. Eyes that know tears A heart that feels joy. No different from your child He smiles and he plays "He's not an aryan child." They say. A head that grows sleepy A wants a soft bed. "He isnt an aryan child." They said. A baby. So small. A sweet little boy Ears for the music Hands for the toy. Lips that thirst Mouth wants to be fed "He isnt an aryan child." They said. Little feet walking Little eyes hide Little boy crouching Little boy cried Little feet walking Blood that bleeds red- "It isnt aryan blood." They said. |