I look into the eyes
I look into the eyes of those who died
In the concentration camp at Auschwitz
They seem to speak across the years
And from my little mobile screen
Their lives and death spark tears.
Aged but thirty, twenty or even two
Brought by train to the final station where
The appetite for murder knew no bounds
The cries of millions died without the sound
Escaping from the halls of death.
Bless me Father for I cannot
Understand a God who shuts his ears
To the prayers of his chosen ones
No sleight of piety can erase
The suffering of their final days.
Their young clear faces speak to me
Across the decades, across the seas,
What can we do to avoid this scene
Being repeated in our times
This lack of kindness and humanity?
We look at Kyiv overcome by horror
Disbelieving the bombs and murder
Ukraine dies before our eyes
To save us from a similar fate
We must give help, not leave it late.
There is a chain of Ukraine cities
Twinned with Auschwitz and with Birkenau
The innocent that haunt our days
Joined in sorrow and in grief
Challenge what we all believe.
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