Barbed Wire

When the barbed wire is rusted away And the wooden huts have fallen to the earth When the whistling wind no longer carries their cries And the pitiful survivors as those also who tormented them Have returned to the earth as the dust from whence they came Who will remember the vile injustices done to the Jews And those others whom didn't fit into Nazi ideology Go tell the world so that it will never happen again. © Paul Warren Poetry