He Did What He Could
Over a thousand souls
Sheltered from the hell
By a German industrialist
Whom he saved, would tell
From forced labour camps bought
Under the Third Reich's nose
To work in his factories
As their war effort grows
Diamonds and cash
Bribed Amon Goeth
A barbaric camp leader
Who spoke with deaths froth
The saved ones worked
Manufacturing grenades and shells
Not one could be fired
As history did tell
It's now the end of the war
With over a thousand saved
From their persecuted era
Where they were imprisoned, enslaved
Amon Goeth was hanged
Aged 37
The souls of the lost
Look down now from Heaven
This saviour of Jews
Died aged 66
He wanted to save more
Through his financial tricks
At Israels Yad Vashem
Righteous Among the Nations
Where they place rocks still
Oskar Schindler rests, in Jewish Heaven
My tribute to an amazing man, whose determination
to save as many Jews as he possibly could, and he did.
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