The Journey to Auschwitz

"To forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time."- Elie Wiesel, Holocaust survivor

The time was young,

The lights were bright

We danced and danced

Till we had left no fight

Then it slowed

And messengers arose

We danced and danced

Away from home

The orange tongues

Lapped away

The innocent babies

As their mothers swayed

The long pillars

The clouds of doom

We danced and danced As their bodies blew

Trapped in a cage

Red ants made our way

We danced and danced

Our life away