A warm spring day
The warm soil emits the stench of death
The silent screams from ghosts of the past
Deafening those who too stray close.
A train clatters into the lonely station
The souls disembark
Like columns of death the soldiers appear
Standing like stone attached to a plinth.
Tired & dishevelled, row after row
Starving & beaten
Huddled for warmth
Grey distant figures herded like cattle
To work or shower!
Moving at gunpoint nothing is said.
Nothing can justify
Cruel, callous, cold extermination,
Over a pit the shots still ring out
Where once was a wanting & needing to die
No birds are heard singing in the clear blue sky.
Listen carefully through the warm spring breeze
As the mothers, fathers & children cry,
The souls that haunt
Lessons of past
No sacred ground
No holy grave.
Black falls on this living hell
The storm clouds gather
Then the rain
To try & cleanse the earth so foul
To drown the crying & the pain