Ghosts of Glory
Ghosts of Glory
They came to Auschwitz and Treblinka...
they tore down the walls that confined us.
How we wept with joy as the SS officers
were taken away - we spit in their path,
those of us still able to call up sputum
from lungs tortured with malnutrition
and iron beds that bore no blankets
for our bones.
My sleeves are covering the number
they burned into my arm, taking away
my humanity and rendering me nothing.
A young soldier takes my arm,
he has tears in his eyes as he
tells me he is from Texas...there are
no other words he can pull from his
young, shocked brain.
When you see this picture -
remember these words:
“All it takes for evil to flourish
is for good men to do nothing”.
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