Yom-HaShoah 2011 - 1 May - A day to remember the victims of the holocaust

Yom HaShoah 2011—A Day to Remember the Victims of the Holocaust | The Moderate Voice

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Remembrance: Services will ensure that Holocaust will never be forgotten

 

A day of Remembrance

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The child's face says it all...
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Lest we forget. ​

 

Since today is a day of remembrance this thread serves as a memory to the victims lost in the holocaust.. so I found a poem to help keep the victims in our thoughts and prayers.



Treblinka

by David Graham 1995


Europe's Young stir peacefully in sleep.
After praying to God for their souls to keep.
So tired after a sunny day of playing.
Now tucked to bed warm, after on knees, praying.

What a horrible thing - to awaken the next day.
To realize these things are now taken away.
Into ghettos they march - collective custody They lied.
And in the distance, Treblinka's mouth is opening wide.

Oh God in Heaven, show Us your great power!
Why must these little Ones plunge from Life's Tower?
To be rendered of their Souls by Treblinka's great might
In yellow sand they are buried - day and night.

Oh, Treblinka, Treblinka, Your jaws gape so wide -
The young lambs herd in, unaware of what's inside.
Run, little children...Run for your lives!
You've been brought to The Slaughterhouse - where no one survives.

It is easy to swallow these small ones whole -
Efficiently you render body from soul.
Straight from the trains - chased through your door...
As Warsaw is emptied, you strain for more.

Nothing stops you, Treblinka - hidden away in the woods.
As your yellow sand turns red with blood.
Is there anyone to stop this? Something must be done!
If You are not stopped, there will remain not one.

Treblinka you child-eater, your wheels spin and turn.
Your gears well-oiled, while the human soup is churned
A soup made of children who no longer run or play.
A bloody soup that is dumped into yellow sand and clay.

Dig pits in the sand - hidden beyond the trees -
Treblinka exists only if no one sees.
Covered over by Them, so that none would see The Place.
To hide what was done - there is scarecly a trace.

The Satanic Nazis smile, beckon & beguile.
Why - it is not so hard to fool a young child!
Could God really be giving these young ones up to die?
Innocent teary eyes look to their parents & say "G'Bye"

It would have been better had there never been a birth.
For these innocent eyes will never see life's worth.
Fate has chosen these little ones to die.
Many today still ask, "Why?"

We think it's all over - "...it is done, it is past"
We want to believe the children screamed their last.
But listen close, and you will hear the sound,
Of Treblinka's faint heartbeat, below the yellow ground.

In our weakness we call the madmen Them and They.
Are our souls so different & brave - that we'd have stood in the way?
So exalt not my friend, in a self-glorified stand....
For Treblinka sprang forth from the heart and mind of Man.

( link from :Holocaust Poetry and Art )