The crematoria are flattened, <br />And no smoke fills the skies, <br />But the land holds the echoes <br />Of their terrified cries. <br /> <br /> <br />This land is now empty, <br />And the huts are all gone, <br />Birds are no longer singing, <br />Because God did not come. <br /> <br /> <br />Sixty years in the future, <br />A sad interview, <br />A history lesson <br />From her point of view. <br /> <br /> <br />When a child of eleven, <br />With her twin, came to share <br />Horrors; tortured by Mengele; <br />Because God did not care. <br /> <br /> <br />The rapes and the deaths <br />Were all part of the plan, <br />Demonstrating to us <br />The inhumanity of man. <br /> <br /> <br />Yet God takes the praise, <br />When our lives fill with cheer; <br />But as that old lady said, <br />‘God didn’t visit here.’<br /><br />Irene C S ClarkHogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-didn-t-visit-here/
