Auschwitz Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Auschwitz

Soon, will go to Auschwitz,
Yearn to converse, engage,
With their bones and skins!

In my company, I carry,
Images of innocent babies,
Enveloped in green shrouds.

I long to summon the departed,
The wounded, the tormented,
Pose to them my inquiries.

'Be merciful, reveal to me,
The tales of those harrowing days,
Were you, too, corralled and
Crushed, left to perish...? '

Then, I might inquire:
'Do the echoes of your spirits,
Perceive the unfolding events,
Propelled by the Israelites? '

I anticipate their responses:
'Those people are not our kin,
They align with the confidants of
SS and that infamous mustache...'

I acknowledge the lingering souls,
Pure, radiant as saints with halos,
Innocents are woven with a glow.

They may sense chagrin:
'They replicate what Hitler once did,
We stand apart from their ilk! '

In unison, they and I will concur:
'Regardless of the perpetrators,
Be they brigands or butchers,
Perpetrators of genocide, holocaust,
In gardens or on farmlands,
Sprout hatred, with the passage of time! '