

The Promise
by
Helen Scott
Helen is from the Wirral. She has written around 70 poems, each stimulated by her experiences. Helen wrote this for her Father, her relations and all those who were murdered in Auschwitz .
It was pointless them protesting or putting up a fight,
Dragged out of their homes in the middle of the night.
Families separated and wrenched apart,
Watching their loved ones having to part.
Hunted, chased and hounded,
Then very cruelly grounded.
Awaiting a train fit for cattle,
Herded in and overcrowded, constantly a battle.
After many days on that terrible journey,
Starved of food and children yearning.
Made to stand for most of the way,
A morsel of dry bread at the end of the day.
Arriving there eventually by trains,
They took away their very names.
Branded them with a number,
Or what ever else to make them humbler.
Faces with cases,
Discriminating races.
Young and old, feeble or well,
All marched onwards into the jaws of hell!
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers,
Feeble on one side, fit on the other.
Banned their religion, culture, and occupations,
Imprisoned there for unknown duration.
Starved and worked like slaves in those camps of concentration,
Heads shaven, dignity and respect finally taken.
Glasses collected, gold fillings extracted,
Gassed and murdered by those evil Nazis.
Forgive me lord for my lack of compassion,
But alas for me I’ve used all my ration.
To find forgiveness in me now,
I beg you to come and to show me how!