'He Had The Moses Spirit' Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

I tell you of a man,
This poem, you will want to hear it,
About whom that many Jews are a fan,
Because he had the Moses spirit.

Oskar Schindler was his name,
A German war profiteer was he.
Being a nazi war criminal was his game,
Yet he had a heart, which seemed highly unlikely.

His factory became a haven
For those who otherwise would be shot.
While there, their years would not be shaven.
And their names, may they be never forgot.

To save their lives, he offered many a bribe,
His cash and material goods bought their eventual freedom.
With his fellow officers he did imbibe,
And finally to his factory they could come.

It was several pieces of paper that did the trick.
A list of many a son, daughter, husband and wife.
't was his accountant that typed the names, in his head they did stick.
The accountant's words are very true: 'The list is life.'

A tree planted by Schindler still stands today,
At the Avenue of the Righteous so fair.
He will be remembered by many Jews always.
Of his great deeds, their story they shall always share.


Lord, there is none beside, nor before You.
Domine Deus, tu solus sanctus. Amen.

©Greg A. Oosterhouse,11-1-2006