Holocaust 1943

In my dreams
I see them yet,
The guards, the camp,
All those dead,,
The years go by
But I can never forget
The horrid fate
My brethren met,
Into gas chambers
Led to die,
The burning ovens,
The smoke in the sky,
Neither gods nor the world
Ever, ever asked why?

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz