The traumatic Holocaust of World War Two
caused mass murder of Jewish society.
God's children ~ neglected, rejected
suffering great crime against humanity.
Thousands of victims, pale with fear
regretted the hour and day they were born.
From one hell to another they were led...
sharp was the thorn of history's cold morn.
To heaven they prayed, each man and maid
as from weary eyes, teardrops fell.
And deep down in their hearts they knew
a flame was near, with the force of a gale.
Weeping, wheezing ~ the last farewell,
drifting on smoky breeze, wording obscured.
The smell of gas came seeping through
as the Holocaust inferno ended their world.
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