As seen through the eyes of those who witnessed first hand, <br /> and liberated the scenes of the Holocaust <br /> <br /> <br />The rain how it fell; the cadaver smell <br />My eyes transfixed on that pit of Hell, <br />Vapid flesh foul, horrendously bland. <br />But why this carnage, I don’t understand; <br /> <br />Retching, gagging, holding back the bile. <br />I turn from the evil to rest for a while, <br />From decomposing mothers, fathers and child; <br />Satan’s work, merciless, callously wild. <br /> <br />Laid out in graves grotesquely remorse, <br />Lucifer’s carnage has taken its course <br />In a dance of death, contorted and thin, <br />Thousands of bodies, bound together by skin. <br /> <br />Now sixty years passed, will I ever forget. <br />That day when in person, with Satan I met; <br />He showed me firsthand his evil, his sin. <br />Flames of contempt still burn deep within. <br /> <br />Wise men instruct us ‘we must never, forget’, <br />Upon the memory of them, ‘let the sun never set’; <br />For six million Jews paid the ultimate cost, <br />I know, I was there, at the great Holocaust.<br /><br />Alf Hutchison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holocaust-16/
