Part of Wilfred Kemsley’s Anthology exploring the nature of the Holocaust, and its impact on the modern world.


Here were houses in Auschwitz

And Restaurants and Bars

The Streets alight with Footsteps

There were Drivers in the Cars


There was Sunshine every morning

And Darkness every night

There were tears, there was heartbreak

There was an ever hopeful Light


But then at once the streets were emptied

And the Gunmen flooded through

The Square flowed red in colour

And the Ghetto housed a Jew


Soon the Countryside was wired

And the Bricks were mounted high

The Streets were filled with marching

And the Neighbours waved Goodbye


This was not some horrid Nightmare

That would shroud the infant’s mind

This reality was happening

Only 1945


There were rail tracks and wooden huts

Subtle screams from deep within

There were children beyond the fences

They were innocent of sin


There were shoes of every size

And keys from every street

But these no more could unlock the door

Or protect the exposed feet


There was death and there was hardship

There was slow and long decay

There were thousands upon thousands

Who would not survive the day


There were officers and doctors

Who would simply stand and watch

As the innocent in front of them

Were worked until they rot


After far to long the war did end

And liberated men

And towards the skies the ones who survived

Cried out upon the when


The when and the where

The who and they why

Desperate for an answer

Did they deserve to die


The survivors used their faith to move

It allowed them to forgive

They were the strongest men and women

Though they all deserved to live


The truest strength can be seen today

In every surviving heart

The goodness in humanity

is never far apart


Because, There are still


Houses in Auschwitz

Restaurants and bars

The streets are alight with footsteps

There are drivers in the cars


There is sunshine in the morning

Darkness every night

Heartbreak is not forgotten

But we move towards the light


The lost will be remembered

There memory will survive

While the houses left in Auschwitz

Stand strong against the tide