Remember the Six Million

'tis said that on Yom Kippur,
the Memorial Day,
when most Jews gather
in the synagogue to pray,
a smoky cloud drifts
like a shadow across the sky,
and all over the world
a whispering is heard up high
about the six millon,
who were murdered on the sly,
no rhyme, no reason,
no one knew quite why,
the smoke forever drifts
from ovens where the had to die,
eternally their plaintive voices
will the heavens ply,
remind this cruel world
to think of them, perchance to cry,
remember them, never forget
their death knell sigh,
to tell the truth about their
horrid end and never lie...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz