Disturbed
Holocaust
by Sudeep Pagedar
How do you
explain that term
to a ten-
year old boy
who, one day,
hears it mentioned
by some relatives?
And even if
you do manage
to make him
understand what it
actually does mean,
do you also
tell him that
because he is
A GERMAN JEW,
perhaps, some day,
he might be
included in it...?
Or should he
just not be
told, so that
he remains calm
and doesn't lose
sleep over it?
But what is sleep,
in front of death?
Perhaps Death is greater,
perhaps the two are the same;
we do not know yet
but we'll know, by the end of the day;
the Chambers are yet some hours away.
"To die, to sleep...to sleep, perchance to dream..."
How did Shakespeare realise that?
Did he know some Jew
who was persecuted too?
Perhaps he was wrong,
maybe he was right...
Anyway, I suspect we'll find out
by tonight.
by Sudeep Pagedar
How do you
explain that term
to a ten-
year old boy
who, one day,
hears it mentioned
by some relatives?
And even if
you do manage
to make him
understand what it
actually does mean,
do you also
tell him that
because he is
A GERMAN JEW,
perhaps, some day,
he might be
included in it...?
Or should he
just not be
told, so that
he remains calm
and doesn't lose
sleep over it?
But what is sleep,
in front of death?
Perhaps Death is greater,
perhaps the two are the same;
we do not know yet
but we'll know, by the end of the day;
the Chambers are yet some hours away.
"To die, to sleep...to sleep, perchance to dream..."
How did Shakespeare realise that?
Did he know some Jew
who was persecuted too?
Perhaps he was wrong,
maybe he was right...
Anyway, I suspect we'll find out
by tonight.
Emotional
I Cry For Them
by Aldo Kraas
During the holocaust
So many jews
Lost their lives
And I cry for them
Still today
by Aldo Kraas
During the holocaust
So many jews
Lost their lives
And I cry for them
Still today
Sorrow
The Victim
by Francis Duggan
Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old Jewish man said 'no'
Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago
Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue
Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through.
A silence fell o'er one and all across the club room floor
And in his presence 'Holocaust' not mentioned any more
We had amongst us in the flesh one who had lived through hell
But i wish that he could have spoke of sufferings he could tell.
Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me with one wave of his hand
A silence fell o'er one and all how could we understand?
The agony he had been through, the torture and the pain
We did not mention 'Holocaust' no not to him again.
My heart went to that Jewish man who sought no sympathy
He wanted to block out his past as a bad memory
Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me and little else he said
But i could picture living soul whose thoughts were with the dead.
That night i did not sleep too well i had recurring dream
I watched the hungry slowly die, i heard the tortured scream
I saw a gray haired jewish man the sorrow on his face
And i was in another time a dark and a sadder place.
I woke and when i went to sleep the dream returned to me
Of Jewish man with tragic past who sought no sympathy
I see a young man in his prime with a hunger wasted frame
With numbers branded on his hand 'they'd robbed him of his name'.
Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old jewish man said 'no'
Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago
Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue
Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through.
by Francis Duggan
Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old Jewish man said 'no'
Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago
Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue
Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through.
A silence fell o'er one and all across the club room floor
And in his presence 'Holocaust' not mentioned any more
We had amongst us in the flesh one who had lived through hell
But i wish that he could have spoke of sufferings he could tell.
Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me with one wave of his hand
A silence fell o'er one and all how could we understand?
The agony he had been through, the torture and the pain
We did not mention 'Holocaust' no not to him again.
My heart went to that Jewish man who sought no sympathy
He wanted to block out his past as a bad memory
Don't mention 'Holocaust' to me and little else he said
But i could picture living soul whose thoughts were with the dead.
That night i did not sleep too well i had recurring dream
I watched the hungry slowly die, i heard the tortured scream
I saw a gray haired jewish man the sorrow on his face
And i was in another time a dark and a sadder place.
I woke and when i went to sleep the dream returned to me
Of Jewish man with tragic past who sought no sympathy
I see a young man in his prime with a hunger wasted frame
With numbers branded on his hand 'they'd robbed him of his name'.
Some one mentioned the 'Holocaust' the old jewish man said 'no'
Such word i do not wish to hear that happened years ago
Then he slowly folded up his sleeve and numbers etched in blue
Told of the sufferings he'd known and all he had been through.
Doleful
Tears Shed At The Holocaust
by Russell Campbell
Work all day, cry all night
blood has shed, keep up the fight
the holocaust has just begun, but the fight is not yet done
by Russell Campbell
Work all day, cry all night
blood has shed, keep up the fight
the holocaust has just begun, but the fight is not yet done
Disconsolate
Holocaust
by Barbara Sonek
We played, we laughed
we were loved.
We were ripped from the arms of our
parents and thrown into the fire.
We were nothing more than children.
We had a future. We were going to be lawyers, rabbis, wives, teachers, mothers. We had dreams, then we had no hope. We were taken away in the dead of night like cattle in cars, no air to breathe smothering, crying, starving, dying. Separated from the world to be no more. From the ashes, hear our plea. This atrocity to mankind can not happen again. Remember us, for we were the children whose dreams and lives were stolen away.
by Barbara Sonek
We played, we laughed
we were loved.
We were ripped from the arms of our
parents and thrown into the fire.
We were nothing more than children.
We had a future. We were going to be lawyers, rabbis, wives, teachers, mothers. We had dreams, then we had no hope. We were taken away in the dead of night like cattle in cars, no air to breathe smothering, crying, starving, dying. Separated from the world to be no more. From the ashes, hear our plea. This atrocity to mankind can not happen again. Remember us, for we were the children whose dreams and lives were stolen away.
Perserverance
Into the Furnace
Words and rhymes never to be written,
songs to never be sung,
brilliant inventions never made;
All into the furnace they've gone.
Burn! Burn! Burn them all
to ashes, in the wind watch them blow!
Smell the stench;
the dead, the dying, rotten flesh frying.
Women and children, young and old,
watch as into the furnace they go!
Don't speak up! Don't laze about!
Schnell! Schnell! Always work faster!
Don't think, just do
Don't think, just do,
for a while that will get you through.
But soon you'll turn to a walking corpse;
skin, bone, and sinew.
Your cheeks will hollow, eyes will dim,
stomach devour itself.
And when your work is no longer sufficient?
Hah! Into the furnace you go!
Words and rhymes never to be written,
songs to never be sung,
brilliant inventions never made;
All into the furnace they've gone.
Burn! Burn! Burn them all
to ashes, in the wind watch them blow!
Smell the stench;
the dead, the dying, rotten flesh frying.
Women and children, young and old,
watch as into the furnace they go!
Don't speak up! Don't laze about!
Schnell! Schnell! Always work faster!
Don't think, just do
Don't think, just do,
for a while that will get you through.
But soon you'll turn to a walking corpse;
skin, bone, and sinew.
Your cheeks will hollow, eyes will dim,
stomach devour itself.
And when your work is no longer sufficient?
Hah! Into the furnace you go!
Gloom
Genocide by Suicide
by Tosso
Why was I created
why am I here
these are questions I fear
will never get answers
in a world where everything dies
are there rules to play by
is there a reason to try
in a universe where our lives
are the size of a grain of sand
religion is something I cant stand
a loving god that creates my suffering
suffering of a holocaust
seems his soul is as cold as frost
they say it is satan who fell
but I believe it's god
who should burn in his own hell
how much better would the world be
if all 7 billion people
created a truce
wrapped a noose
and to put it loosely
committed genocide by suicide
no more worrying about cost
no more will time be lost
no more worrying about pollution
no more caring about solutions
an attempt at world domination would seize
and the universe will finally see peace
if all life deceased
there are no problems that would increase
death is inevitable anyway
and with our sinning ways
and clueless lie's
the world would be better
attempting genocide by suicides
by Tosso
Why was I created
why am I here
these are questions I fear
will never get answers
in a world where everything dies
are there rules to play by
is there a reason to try
in a universe where our lives
are the size of a grain of sand
religion is something I cant stand
a loving god that creates my suffering
suffering of a holocaust
seems his soul is as cold as frost
they say it is satan who fell
but I believe it's god
who should burn in his own hell
how much better would the world be
if all 7 billion people
created a truce
wrapped a noose
and to put it loosely
committed genocide by suicide
no more worrying about cost
no more will time be lost
no more worrying about pollution
no more caring about solutions
an attempt at world domination would seize
and the universe will finally see peace
if all life deceased
there are no problems that would increase
death is inevitable anyway
and with our sinning ways
and clueless lie's
the world would be better
attempting genocide by suicides
Striken
Flames
by Jillian Allen
Locked up,
Like a criminal,
Though they did no wrong.
Can you imagine what life must have been,
For those who know this well?
They lost their freedom,
They lost all hope,
And all they were left with,
Were broken hearts,
And broken homes.
Their whole lives gone,
In a matter of days,
Because someone says their not good enough,
To stay.
Massacred and murdered,
By the dozens, by the hundreds,
By the thousands,
Children, and their parents,
Split apart.
Some survived,
But how few this must have been,
When everything around them was in,
Flames.
by Jillian Allen
Locked up,
Like a criminal,
Though they did no wrong.
Can you imagine what life must have been,
For those who know this well?
They lost their freedom,
They lost all hope,
And all they were left with,
Were broken hearts,
And broken homes.
Their whole lives gone,
In a matter of days,
Because someone says their not good enough,
To stay.
Massacred and murdered,
By the dozens, by the hundreds,
By the thousands,
Children, and their parents,
Split apart.
Some survived,
But how few this must have been,
When everything around them was in,
Flames.
Abandoned
Untitled
by Marisa Bluestone
Alone
But not really
A selected few
Surrounded
Cold eyes
Harsh hatred
Rejected
Yellow stars
Unspoken voices
Horror
Unsettling future
Another pile
Destruction
Without a chance
Devastation
Families
Torn apart
By a belief
Friends
Cast away
By neighbors
Justice
Not served
Denied
Masses
Taking charge
Innocent faces
Hope
The chance
To make it
Don't let
Them bury
You
by Marisa Bluestone
Alone
But not really
A selected few
Surrounded
Cold eyes
Harsh hatred
Rejected
Yellow stars
Unspoken voices
Horror
Unsettling future
Another pile
Destruction
Without a chance
Devastation
Families
Torn apart
By a belief
Friends
Cast away
By neighbors
Justice
Not served
Denied
Masses
Taking charge
Innocent faces
Hope
The chance
To make it
Don't let
Them bury
You
Suffering
Rememberance
by Tawnysha Lynch
Here I stand in the midst of Auschwitz
My mind racing with memories.
Silent people walk
Where living skeletons worked.
There is a silence,
But I hear the cries of my people.
A slight breeze passes,
But I feel the beating of a whip.
My hands sift through what seems like ashes
And I glimpse a sea of bodies aflame.
There is an open field,
But I see innocent people beaten.
A lone building stands in the distance,
But I see a place of death.
A place where terrible things took place
Horrors not even known to man.
With wistful eyes, I observe this place
Seeing things of the past
This place being as I left it
With an echo of remembrance.
by Tawnysha Lynch
Here I stand in the midst of Auschwitz
My mind racing with memories.
Silent people walk
Where living skeletons worked.
There is a silence,
But I hear the cries of my people.
A slight breeze passes,
But I feel the beating of a whip.
My hands sift through what seems like ashes
And I glimpse a sea of bodies aflame.
There is an open field,
But I see innocent people beaten.
A lone building stands in the distance,
But I see a place of death.
A place where terrible things took place
Horrors not even known to man.
With wistful eyes, I observe this place
Seeing things of the past
This place being as I left it
With an echo of remembrance.