Elegy For Shoah - Poem by Jeffrey Stultz
The train just keeps on running,
mile after weary mile;
the ghosts of tortured souls,
still linger on the rails.
Closer and closer to the factory,
the colossal death machine;
on and on the horror rolls,
the brakes have worn away.
The screams have all subsided,
but the echo never stops.
The treasury of life is robbed;
we can never know the cost.
O weep for us all, the silent ones;
who let the train roll by without a word.
We all were dumb,
and never raised a cry.
Too late for them,
but not for us.
Will we let the wicked thorn
or nip it in the bud?
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