Shadows of Auschwitz...

The shadows of the past
Still haunt me yet,
The gas chambers, the ovens,
The horrid stench - the dead,
And often, at night,
I wake up in my bed,
Surrounded by their ghosts,
And I - in a cold sweat,
And often do I ask myself
Why all those innocents
Were destined to die
While the whole world
Just shrugged - stood idly by,
And some - even today,
Still reality deny...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz