Lost God

My god died in Auschwitz
Long, long ago,
He burned in the ovens'
Fiery glow,
He went up in smoke
High up in the sky
With all my dear ones
Who had to die,
Six million - now gone,
But no one knows why,
And often I look at clouds,
Way - way up high,
And see god's chosen people
As dust drifting by,
They send me a message
That god is a lie,
There is nothing below
And nothing above,
And heaven is found
Not in hate - but in love...

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz