Auschwitz in Winter

In a peaceful landscape,
Whitened with snow,
Where night and day
The crematorium ovens glow,
Smoke rising up high in the sky,
Of millions destined there to die,
Odor of burning flesh to linger on,
Long after their poor souls are gone,
And when this world did hear the news,
They shrugged their shoulders, saying:
Most of them were only Jews......

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz