Visit To Auschwitz

Visit To Auschwitz I wish to hear the names long laid to rest forgotten in their time, an empty prayer, who wanted nothing more, through life's long quest than just to know some good's alive somewhere; their black and white of days, we'll never know, wreak havok to the minds who hold back tears, and though I hold them back, they have to flow so they are not forgotten through the years. I'd sing the children songs, if I could sing, of life and love and better ways to be, and if I thought my song would ever bring one ray of hope, I'd sing til death of me! But wordless are the songs, now echoing from times when death was all a prayer could bring. Aeiou. © Ron Wilson Arbuthnot aka Vee bBdosa the Doylestown Poet