Holocaust

Eyes wilting with tears
Like a willow in the rain
Tears were all that were present
On her emotionless face

I looked up in her eyes
The brown still perfectly shining
The curls draped down to her ribs
Were still perfectly lively

The frame of her bones
Outlined in the sunlight
Were standing delicately peaceful
Her lips pursed all too tight

“Why is it us, mama”
I managed to say in her ear
But the only answer I got
Were more emotionless tears

I looked around the room
To see more difficult expressions
What were they thinking? I wondered
The soldier told me we were learning a lesson

What lesson is to be learned
From a room so full but empty
From hunger, and crying babies
Is this life even worth living?

What lesson is to be learned
From sadness, torture, and pain
What lesson is to be learned
From death, and endless hate.

What lesson is to be learned
From loved ones torn from my arms
What lesson is to be learned
From Nazi’s heavily armed.

The lesson my friend is this,
A lesson so easy and true.
Don’t question authority
Unless the authority is you.