Concentration Camp Blues

Sad is the song
Of the twilight blues,
The gruesome tale
Of six million Jews,
In gas chambers
They paid their last dues,
Sent there to die,
Went up in smoke,
Way, way up high,
Their ghosts still haunting
The leaden, gray sky
And on windy nights
One can hear eerie voices
Asking - why did we die?

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz