Summer descended
The sky and earth
Shifted from their places
The smoke clamor darkened people
One day at Auschwitz
None had ever come to weep after all
The hot rocks turned into engravings
By their weeping
People's blood blackened on the petals
One day at Auschwitz
The dairy was penned with tears
A page of black history
God was shackled in the concentration camp
Time turned into a dungeon
The country into a graveyard
Tears blood wisdom were sentinels
One day at Auschwitz
The bird forgot to sing upon trees
The trees forgot to cause bloom in the fullness of spring
The grasses forgot to smear themselves with green
One day at Auschwitz
Savants stooped in shame
Poets painters
With wounds counteracts forever
People grew dumb
One day at Auschwitz
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