Holocaust remembrance day.
Long ago, yet to me the memory stays.
If not quite yesterday,
then somewhere between then and tomorrow.
They came,
Uniforms, Boots, Pistols,
the Power.
The people, powerless, free of guilt,
gave way to random searches.
They just broke in, the Power,
through all closed doors,
and as they searched the cupboards
and the boxes they flung about the papers
that drifted in the rooms like snow and ashes.
Loveletters, never again to touch one`s heart.
Children`s drawings, saved for grandparents
who would never be, ripped to shreds.
The future, too, irreplaceably torn.
Helpless did the Powerless watch.
Rosaries and prayer shawls alike without
its ancient magic, powerless, destroyed.
The daring who opposed were sent to the streets,
on to waiting trucks they went,
like sheep, like cows,
transported to an unknown place,
their final place, their destiny.
Then came the silence,
still and seemingly endless,
untill the falling tears
struck like thunder upon the earth.
And what if they had shown respect,
the Power to the Powerless,
on this lovely autumn day,
so long ago?
Well, not so long ago.....
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Written on 2009-02-01 at 15:43
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On a lovely autumn day they came.Long ago, yet to me the memory stays.
If not quite yesterday,
then somewhere between then and tomorrow.
They came,
Uniforms, Boots, Pistols,
the Power.
The people, powerless, free of guilt,
gave way to random searches.
They just broke in, the Power,
through all closed doors,
and as they searched the cupboards
and the boxes they flung about the papers
that drifted in the rooms like snow and ashes.
Loveletters, never again to touch one`s heart.
Children`s drawings, saved for grandparents
who would never be, ripped to shreds.
The future, too, irreplaceably torn.
Helpless did the Powerless watch.
Rosaries and prayer shawls alike without
its ancient magic, powerless, destroyed.
The daring who opposed were sent to the streets,
on to waiting trucks they went,
like sheep, like cows,
transported to an unknown place,
their final place, their destiny.
Then came the silence,
still and seemingly endless,
untill the falling tears
struck like thunder upon the earth.
And what if they had shown respect,
the Power to the Powerless,
on this lovely autumn day,
so long ago?
Well, not so long ago.....
Words by Northlight
Read 858 times
Written on 2009-02-01 at 15:43
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