תמונה במחנה רכוז אך רוצחים את האנשים

תמונה במחנה רכוז אך רוצחים את האנשים

יום שבת, 11 בדצמבר 2010

שיר: Who Will Tell / Zeni Rozenstain 2010

The horrors which are so painful
Years go by and disappear
and with them the generation of horrors
generation of the destruction and disappointment
The survivors' time ship
is getting far away in a terrible speed
Over the sea of tears, blood and sweatand into a terrible forgetfulness
Dark nights without sleep
and still being heard the cries of the depths of the earth
Buried in a mass grave
and screams are heard from over thereThey shout desperately:
"Not to forget and not forgive the world"
.
Sadistic Germans killed them all
but you, the remaining Holocaust survivors
must write it in the next generation book
Don't forget the spilled blood like water.
From the ground they are crying out to heaven
and over time, there is no one to speak their words.
We get older and there is no one to tell the painful story
since there is not enough time and we must hurryAll the hard and terrible stories.
Who will tell about the pillars that collapsed?
About the destroyed cultured communities
and families that were murdered over there?
Who will tell about the gloomy camp?
Who will preserve the history?
Abandoned from people, and forgotten by God?
Looking at the horrors and can not believe
We were sent into trains like animal transport
When the doors opened
it was the horrible hell's gate
When we got there we saw human skeletons:
weak, crying, and their power disappears
and around us happy Germans
that kept shouting "Death to the Jews"And so they cursed us all the time
They wished to destroy us all
I asked myself the same question over and over again:
What feed their cruelness?
The answer was quite simpletheir lust for genocide
They murdered my baby sister
And also they eliminated all my family
I do not have any memories of them beside the pain
I was left shocked and heartbroken
with a lot of hate to all the Germans
It hurts me to feel alone in the world
I have no one left out of my big family
Do not know where my beloved ones are buried
Only a few photos are connected to stories.
When I look at the pictures of my family
I cry with a great pain in my heart
and particularly when the Holocaust memorial day arrives
The stored pain goes outside.
You were the victims of the Holocaust
These written lines of mine is your monument
Rest in peace and we will always remember you for the best
and I pray that there won't be such a war ever again
That God will protect his Jewish people
from the enemies.

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