Listen!
Where are the birds?
Was that a scream or a train,
Or do my ears hear the lies that were told?
Long ago, to be told again and again,
Listen!
Can you hear the deafening silence
Or are the children crying still? “Don’t forget”
They implore, as millions before aren’t here to remember.
Listen!
Can you hear the shouting?
As the bodies putrefy in unmarked graves,
Their executioners thinking they worked to some
Great plan, believing they’d a God like saviour,
And they were the only ones fit to save.
“The master race”.
Listen! Mans inhumanity to man,
Unless you were there, is it possible to understand?
Can you begin to feel,
Is it still there in the air,
In the very essence of the place?
Listen!
Hear the stories of those who survive, bear their horrors,
There were, its true, you may plead,
Bad things done, remembered by you,
But this wasn’t bad, this wasn’t horrid,
This was evil!, incomprehensible!
We must remember and we must try to see,
This was no way for generations
(Told they were inferior, unclean)
To die!