Light of Silent Moon
Light of silent moon swathed in a gray cloud
Spoke to me through the unshuttered blind,
And though I closed my eyes to shut it out
I could not leave the horrific scene behind,
Of shrill barking voices, the cold receptionist
Deciding who would live and who would die
In the deadly chambers of the foreboding camp,
Where it did no good for a prisoner to resist.
The account I read before I tried to sleep,
Told of one who watched his family disappear
Into the cavernous jaws of a hellish demise,
No time to question, no opportunity to weep.
Light of silent moon swathed in a gray cloud
Watching helplessly over the Auschwitz camp
Where is their God? The Protector of the Jews?
And still, they believed … for cryin’ out loud!
written January 22, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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