Auschwitz Shoes
Can you hear the waning cries in their grave,
the ones who humanity could not save.
Jews condemned without just cause
since that was the way of Nazi laws.
Their shoes lie heaped on cold damp floor
trophies of the Second World War.
Lives that filled these shoes of mystery,
walked the death path of Auschwitz history.
Crumpled and wearied without any souls
from the brutal treatment of Nazi patrols.
Wails will be heard for years to come
scorched in walls, an enormous sum.
Time can’t undo the tears that were shed
but we can respect the brave and dead…
Copyright © 2010 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2010
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