The Children 1939-1945

Let us pay tribute
And never forget
The millions of children,
Gassed, burned - long dead,
With their lives they paid
Because they were
Of the Jewish faith,
Turned into smoke,
High in the sky,
Drifting by, drifting by,
And sometimes, a traveler,
Passing by,
May hear the wind
Sound like a child's cry
From clouds above
The Auschwitz sky...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz