Those people we had known
With strange looks within their eyes
Some of them
But they'd not apologise
They said they had a mission
And that they had had to choose
They said that they were Germans
While we were merely Jews
They took us to the station
They helped us on those trains
They said that they would write to us
But never did again
So, were they evil in intent?
Did they know what would transpire?
Did they ever question motives
Did they know of oven fires?
There was a blindness then in Gernany
And a deafness too as well
When the innocent amongst us
Were consigned to live in hell.