In memory of the 8 million innocents including my ancestors who died in Germany. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Germany, Germany, land of 'cultur' <br />Of art and music. <br />Great accomplishments to medicine, chemistry and heavy industry <br />In their ' golden ' years. <br />Put back on track by one man. <br />A survivor from the Ist war, <br />Seething with hate, looking for his scapegoat. <br /> <br />Only 60 years have passed from the destruction of Germany <br />And the deaths Of German Jews and Russian, Italian, Polish. <br />The list being endless, the terrror complete. <br />A horror that swept through Europa. <br />Leaving me to be born after, thank God. <br />But leaving 8 million dead in its wake. <br /> <br />I have been to Bergen-Belsen and Ravensbruck <br />And never forgotten. <br />Dachau and Theresienstadt, I could not bring myself to see. <br />Together with all the foul names burned into History. <br />Children ripped from their mothers, Grandpa and Grandma and others Infirm, gassed and cremated, <br />As if they never have existed, but for the meticulous records kept by <br />The murderers themselves. <br /> <br />Now glassed in and on show are the cases with the owners names. <br />Painted on in the hope of recovery. <br />Eyeglasses, hair, clothing, shoes and boots <br />Making me think when they were last worn and by who. <br />A thought passing, they need polish! <br />I take one last look, <br />And step outside to sunlight.<br /><br />willow moon pearce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-remembered/
