Truth
The most terrible thing of all
were the sun was bright and warm
and the poplars grew on the grass were the children played
yet it all seemed frighteningly wrong.
A place of horror,
torture, death, and fear
with memories
of which sane men cannot conceive.
Today some gaze blankly,
walk silently, or open their mouths in a silent scream
because there is nothing much to say
after one has pointed.
Auschwitz
The most grisly tourist center on earth
yet people come for many reasons
to see if it really happened, to pay homage, or to remind themselves.
Yet today the sun is bright
the grass is green and children laugh
all this seamed frighteningly wrong
through the nightmare of the Holocaust!
Copyright © Emily Smith | Year Posted 2006
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