Fallen ash...

History full of pain burried in the burning of so many bodies,

And so many tortured souls.

They were more than a number tattooed on the arm of someone who was looked upon as less than the lessor.

Twisting viens of the hungry stand in shivering fear,

Ripped from their lives and introduced to imprisonment of promising death.

spare the bread that feeds empty thoughts at night,

beg upon a drop of water.

Blood shed of many Wives, Husbands, Sisters, Brothers, and Daughters,

Sink absent to brutality that is the end to most and many.

Fight with spirit and broken hope on the last left lving,

For some today were one of them.

Poisen gas, a gunshot past,

Love so lost

The Holocaust