Reading Chapter 5 of the Book, the Grayling Hidden Truth Poems
Following the chapter heading, which reads “Getting Our Names Off Of the Germans List” the words read, “We had prepared, but as Joseph commented just as he felt we were safe from any German pursuers, we had taken too big a chance. Joseph suggested that we use strategy. Joseph suggested that the next time that the Germans came that he would go and escape through the attic. That way he could come later to rescue us. All agreed. In the meantime, Joseph said, “I must tell my foreman to take our names off of today’s roundup list. “I must tell my foreman to take our names of today’s roundup list. We slept in the woods that night. We were hungry, but a safe place to sleep was our concern……”

A Passage Of Meaningful Words Taken From the Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems
Taken from the beginning of the book, The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems: page XV “News of what happened on Khristallnacht spread throughout Europe. Hitler’s vengeance and hatred of Jewish people were behind all of the destruction of Jewish businesses, the burning and destruction of nearly 200 synagogues of worship, and the death of 50 Jewish people. Europe and its people would never be the same. The world would never be the same…..”

A Short Excerpt taken from the beginning of the book, The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems (poems written by Martin Freier). Martin was a survivor of the Holocaust in Nazi Slovakia.
Taken from the beginning of the book, The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems, from xiii, “History show us that before and during World War II, and in German, there was an extreme element of power-hungry leaders willing to eradicate entire societies in order to establish themselves as the supreme rulers…..”

From the poem that Martin Freier wrote, Hate
Like a brush fire
That never ends, ‘hate’ just spreads
Throughout the neighborhood,
Though it does little good.
In its wake, hate keeps burning,
Always churning,
And using everything that is good
For fodder and food.
Fanned by the winds from the Northeast,
Hate breeds hate
Among those that are blessed
And those that are cursed by fate.
When people are fighting
In its presence,
hate is winning,
By piling lies upon lies
While love is dying,
No one who is in its path
Can escape hate’s wrath.
It sets friend against friend
Until it achieves its malicious end.

From the Novel, the Grayling Hidden Truth Poems
Blog Written by Cheryl Freier
The words are taken from Chapter 4 – THEN THE GERMANS CAME: “Then one day Henry saw a lot of dust of clouds on the ground, moving like the wind and he knew. We were spared nearly one year. What Henry spotted was two motorcycles coming towards out town. He ran down the hill, one foot running forward and then the other running even faster—just like wheels with spokes—his feet turning and turning”.

Pages From The Book, The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems
Taken from page 14 of Chapter 4 of the book, The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems, ….We sat frozen in time. Visions of prisoners being marched before the triumphant Germans wearied our brows and the pits of our stomachs. See the website: www.thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com.

A new book coming out and soon. Another novel written by Cheryl Freier and it is a Christmas Story. It includes two of Martin’s original poems from the book The Day Of The Hidden Truth Poems. Check out my website at www.thegraylinghiddentruthpoems.com.

The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems

Some powerful words from page 12 of the novel, The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems
From page 29 some powerful words that tell the story of Martin Freier as a young boy in Nazi Slovakia from the book, The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems.
“……One day went by. Two days passed by, and then a month, and then months; we were spared some of the initial strategic verve of conquering, because we lived near the Russian border and the Germans were not entrenched in the outskirts of our town yet. We waited for Henry to tell us that the Germans were coming every day…..”

It Is A Special Reading Experience To Read The Novel The Grayling Hidden Truth Poems.
In the introduction of the book, there are poems that Martin Freier wrote. Say Kaddish is one. The words read like this:
For the millions
of innocent souls
lost in the Holocaust
all we can do is offer
our Kaddish, the ancient prayer
or remembrance….” You read on………….