Stephen Loomes Poems
Viktor Frankl, Mans Search For Meaning
Guiding us all through endless night
A student of Freud, a genius too
Hated by the Nazis
Because he was a Jew
Imprisoned for years
He longed to be free
Five years, what a test of his psychiatry.
In Auschwitz he mixed
With German and Jew
Where survival each day
Tested all that he knew.
He learned about mankind
And found two basic strands
The decent and indecent
Whatever their lands
The prisoners who turned Capo
And betrayed their friends
The German who risked life
To make some amends
He talks of the Jews...
You stick your head out and there’s lights blazing and people
Talking and there you are in the middle of this world
Which dances in infinity somewhere around the third planet out
From the sun and what are you supposed to make of it?
Are you going back in a Rolls Royce to some comfy castle
Or are you going to roll around in a cardboard box crying, screaming
Scared beyond sense waiting for the protector who might never come?
And that’s the beginning of life, lying on your back