I follow ghostly footsteps,

Tread where they trod;

Feel the winter that bit them cold,

But I cannot close my eyes.

A barbed wire fence leads our way,

Feel their hearts break like mine:

Arbeit Macht Frei,

But I cannot close my eyes.

A baby runs across the yard,

Graves of his brothers lie beneath;

Hand- sized clothes clutch my heart,

But I cannot close my eyes.

I see rooms of combs and shoes,

Brushing ghostly hair, covering forlorn feet.

Walking a shadow’s trail,

But I cannot close my eyes.

The chambers cry; weep like willows,

The gas dances and smoke swirls,

As souls pass away through flame

But I cannot close my eyes

Packed carriages roll along the track,

A Nazi train-track to despair;

I scream out at their naive faces,

But I cannot close my eyes.

The machine churns out yet another,

The branded lambs, led to the slaughter.

Systematic extermination they say,

But I cannot close my eyes.

My eyes well with falling tears,

My stomach churns as I turn away.

Yet I cannot close my crying eyes;

You must not close your eyes...

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