Daintily dressed in white, We sit. Watching souls File down the aisles of our mind’s eye, A never-ending stream Of people to whom life was denied. Six million.
Today, We remember Those who bore our identity Whom their world hated, imprisoned, killed, Who walked to their death In silent rebellion.
Behind the tall backs and straight necks, Behind eyes dry of tears, Lie broken and scattered souls, Destitute hopes, And dreams of a day to come Crying out in vain.
We thank God we are whole. We are not the ones who were Picked apart, Conviction casted away, Limbs left lifeless, Nothing but empty shells Of a people once strong.
We thank God we live in a time Where that shell has been filled. We pray we may never see That emptiness in us. The thirst, hunger, fire,
The blinding billows Of smoke, Choking out dignity. No hope or prayer for life Left, Only the hope that this Atrocious massacre Will never be repeated. Will never be forgotten.