Pentastich-No Pity For the Jews
They were once enslaved in idolatrous Egypt,
and Moses led them out of that wicked land,
when the Third Reich came to power in Europe,
Hitler deepened his hatred for them; no nation
dared to save them, so their extermination began.
They were locked in the cramped rooms of concentration camps,
later burned in gas chambers, then thrown into mass graves;
their human lives were worthless to him, and many walked
into those darkened chambers filled with the stench of death,
holding their children so afraid and shivering in the bitter cold.
In the windowless rooms with bankers beds, scary eyes roved in darkness:
in there, life was a flickering candle kept alive by an incredible faith,
and God in His immense mercy, descended here to comfort them...
while the Evil One continued to spread death and fear among nations;
no documents were found, but piles of corpses witnessed those atrocities.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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