Woe of the Holocaust

In the cold days when hope is gone
When the wind is chilling and forlorn
The train rolls loudly into Hades’ camp
The gates of the concentration camps seal behind, sealing those to their fate
Under the lukewarm yellow midnight lamp
The doomed men and women and children walk to the arms of death
Into the infamous chambers of sorrow and pain
Never step out and tell the tragic tale
As the silent gas kills its victims as they groan
Their corpses flung into a pit of Satanic fire
Up the chimney smoke, their ashes are scattered
To the heavens where their souls shall hopefully, hopefully
Find an everlasting final peace
Or their cinders return to the earth by dawn’s rain
And lest the living ever forget
The horrors and nightmares of the tragedy of the past
Of the Nazi Holocaust