I once met a couple oh so wise
So distant in their deep blue eyes
Upon their arms there was a stamp
Numbers from a concentration camp.
They spoke of torture and of pain
Crushed in pens on a cattle train
Stripped of all their dignity
A crime of viscous villainy.
Evil minds now still defend
Horror hard to comprehend
In their memory I shed a tear
As hate once more erupts I fear.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )