Poem -
Queues
Having lost her place in the bread queue, she found
herself hurried along
by a prod from a sharp knee, in the small of her back
and in yet another long line,
just waiting to be tattooed, disinfected and shorn ..
It wouldn’t have done any good to grumble, to resist
or to moan, there were piles
of such moaners, stacked high either side of the road
and so little time, not even enough
to kiss goodbye to her folks, her children or friends ..
Everyone there was both starving and cold, yet even
when the ovens were full,
they still kept on feeding those fires of theirs, until
tears filled the dorms and the smoke
did rise and the whole of the sky turned waxy and black ..
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'Man's search for meaning.' By Victor Frankl. It is a book worth reading again and again. A story of true bravery and the noble souls that survived the war. A Nice Write.
Thanks for the tip Jac .. Neville
The holocaust? How are you doing Nev... thought I'd stop by to enquire. Hope all is well. X
An absolutely terrible time in the history of our world. Terrible. Evil. Abominable. I cannot understand, and will never understand what horrors one human will inflict on others. I can understand the motives, in some cases, of what drove them to it, but I also know that whatever it was is never an excuse. Here is no excuse for murder/genocide/war mongering/ torture etc. I will never, ever understand the ability these individuals have for being able to inflict such horrors on another living being.