Holocaust
Was always told that death was silent,
Oh but now I know that isn’t true -
Each voice resounds; reverberates over and over-
Beating; beating on the chamber walls-
cries for the child; cries for the Mother-
Dying, with hands grasped tightly-
Knowing they’ll never let go of the love they share
Millions; Each one like me; You-
holding up that tiny, slightly worn shoe-
My eyes have leaned against tragic inhumanities,
cruelties, I can only hope no others will ever focus
on again- But I know that isn’t so-
Man slaying man; Why do we kill? Murder and maim-
Is there truly one more pure? One man? One race?
One mind? One?
Pure?
No.
Evil?
Yes.
Man? Why do we kill? Murder and maim-
A world of greed; A universe of hate;
Long ago; yet it was only today-
Forget? How can one forget, what will happen
again tomorrow?
And again darkness will fall; Although the stars
will shine through, there will be no light into the
soul of man-
Oh where have we been? Where will we go, afterwards?
Afterwards? Afterwards, you say?
In time another face, will press against the wire;
Breathing through the inhumane air of evil-
Just like then; today; tomorrow-
One weeps but never, never in silence-
Death comes; finding all but the silence-
No, death is not silent; but silence will ensure death
© Lisa Hilbers
May 27, 2006
Carole
Felix
Welcome home. You have been missed. I see time away has not dulled your sharp pen or your ability to wring emotion from each powerful word...thank you, excellent write.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
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Take care,
Sherry