Six Million Names Poem by Abigail Valkenburg

With great respect we remember the dead
With great respect their names we collect
With great respect we tell their story.
Their names we cherish in our hearts
Their names we chisel in our arts
Their names are part of our glory.
It is painful to attempt to understand why
God's chosen people was selected to die
Chas v'cholile, heaven forbid!
I sit to cry, mourning I try to light
Like a familiar candle the flame of hope.
My brains stunned about the size and the scope
Of destruction and shameful injustice.
With great respect I remember the dead
With great respect their names I collect
With great respect I tell their story.
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The train was ready, baffling all their fears
And now we are fighting, fighting off tears
With great respect we remember the dead
With great respect their names we collect
With great respect we tell their story.
Restrained commemorating, what now if...?
And we want to live! Live in God's glory!