Written in the Ruins of the Gas Chamber of Birkenau


The area around has grown green after all of this time
Indifferent.
How feels the One who makes the green grass grow?
The beauty around masks the horrors that took place
And the wind blows just the same.
The trees that watch us and the sky above
Are the same who watched the millions
Walk to their hideous death.
Where were you, oh wind?
How could you not protect them, oh trees?
Where was I?
Where am I now?
How can I not protect what is fading away,
This precious life?
The trees have survived, unchanged
But how can I?
Their blood cries out from the ground
And I stand indolent, and unmoved.
The music of nature and man surround me
As I consider what my kind has wrought on one another.
The true evil of man lay bare, naked.
Why would God sacrifice His perfect Son
For people who do this?
People like me.

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