They remember the times of the war,
recognized by what they wore.
They remember the Holocaust as doom,
living together in the same room.
They remember riding in the cattle car,
lonely though still with many more.

He remembers the times of the war,
busting open many doors.
He remembers the holocaust as his power,
killing many in the gas showers.
He remembers ordering many men,
to kill thounsands of tens.

We should remember the times of the war,
not to be joyous nor should we morn.
We should remember these times as they were,
some safe but millions in torture.
We should remember nothing is ever done,
Believers of Hitler, still, there are ones.