Night of Broken Glass
dedicated to the Victims of the Holocaust
Dark is the night
I hear your heartbeat
In the room there is no light
Fire in the night
I hear them marching
Your boots are brown
Glass in my thoughts
Hear the fear in this night
Shrill screams shattered
I do not hear your heartbeat
Why is the light so bright in the room
Copyright © Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann | Year Posted 2016
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