We shall never forget the holocaust,
Through life it will be with us.
For victims with their arms tattooed,
Their memories ever hideous.
For those that horror stories write
It is a source unending;
From that period they cite
For the purpose of vending.
Sometimes I do wonder,
To provide such diversion;
If it’s right the past to plunder
Without mind to its aversion.
For those of us related
To those who passed away,
We shall always be frustrated
That evil could ever pay.
From the past we have not learned.
And I guess we never shall,
From all in that time occurred,
Humanity without morale.
How do we stop history repeating
All that went before?
And make horrors albeit fleeting
Never more to soar.
I do not know the answer,
Yet ‘tis obvious to me,
That as long as hate is master
It may never be.