HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL DAY 27/JANUARY. 70YEARS ON.

Lest we forget

Today  is  Holocaust Memorial Day (27 January) is a national commemoration day in the United Kingdom dedicated to the remembrance of those who suffered in The Holocaust, under Nazi Persecution, and in subsequent genocides in Cambodia, Rwanda, Bosnia and Darfur.

On  this  day  70 years  ago  the Russian Troops  arrived  at and liberated   Auschwitz.  I have  written  two poems to try and express how terrible  Auschwitz and the other death camps were.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Arrival

Hold my hand

The  train stopped!

Days had  passed, lost count

Pleople  had died  like  flies they’d dropped.

The  smell the fear, bad  enough, began to  to mount.

 

Get out,  Get out  get out, quick , quick

They  screamed at them , move, move  are you thick?

The  dead  and  weak at the front they scrapped to  the floor

The  rest of them  fell or stumbled out of the door.

 

Line  up , women and children here

Men and teenage  boys over there .

They  did not  know  the  significance

Right, left  , life  death  the difference.

 

The  old,   the babies , those  who were weak

Went one  way, lost  forever  tired, quiet and meek.

The  S.S. doctors selected  the fit and  the strong

To  work  them to death …… It  would  not take  long.

 

This  way , hurry  we have nice showers  for you

You won’t  need  your  clothes we will give  you all something new.

Into  the showers yes  mixed no room for shyness or  shame

Who  bloody  cares  you will never  be seeing anyone  again.

 

Bye Mum see you soon

Thousands when into the” Shower Blocks” unsure  and scared

No one  came out  alive,  hydrogen cyanide made  sure  they died .

Sonderkommandos where waiting  to clear  the  dead bodies 

Into the furnaces , the doors open wide.

 

Those who  went the other  way

Were stripped and shaved, to survive another day

They were registered  and given   numbered tattoos

Forced  through  a shower given striped pyjams and wooden shoes.

 

No one lasted long they were worked to death

The  food was to little  and  people  would fight

To survive , but hunger  and exhaustion took their last breath

Or a bullllet, a surgeons knife , a beating  or sicknes  in the night.

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Voices

Shindler’s List

Tell me now and tell me true

What have I ever  done to you

I have never even raised  my voice

Tell me now is it  a crime to be a Jew.

 

Why did you  you take  my baby

Left me to live this evil life

Snatched from my breast , leaving me crazy.

All my  family  gone, escaped, at least  this strife.

 

I no longer see men , women or children

I just see bodies, I push them through

I scrape  them out again to burn

They will kill me  too, I am a Sonderkommando what can I do.

 

Kapo

Turn away do not  look

Here comes  the Kapo 

Don’t get in his bad book.

He is  the one in the know.

 

Yes sir  no  sir , lick  your boots

I shall do anything  to stay alive

I’ve no family  left  or any  roots.

If you like me I  might just  thrive……….

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I cannot  write  enough in this  blog  it would  be never ending . I do urge  you to read The Holocaust Explained . I would also recommend  a film  The Devils Arithmatic  it is a very  good  film  and even children  could  watch and  learn  much  from it.

I have done  my  best  with this post, I cannot do the subject justice  but I have done my  best.

I cannot  apologize  for the words or  photographic material, all I can say is, it is all true.

PLEASE MAY WE NEVER FORGET. 

Civilians confronting the facts

Author: willowdot21

Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Back in 2010 I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust. I will of been married 53yrs this comming year. I have found different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and hopefully in to light. My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and be as strong as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well. I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.

23 thoughts on “HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL DAY 27/JANUARY. 70YEARS ON.”

      1. Yes I know, it is always hard to read about it, hear the testimonies, but I always say if this is how bad it makes me feel, it is miraculous that the people who actually lived through it and survived are able to function and have productive lives. Hard as it is, it is always so important to remember. Thank you again

  1. You have conveyed the horror with your words, Willow. I have read many books – both fiction and non-fiction – of this time, and it is something that should never be forgotten. The people who lived through this are probably forever carrying some type of guilt because they survived and so many others didn’t. Thank you for not shying away form posting the images. We must never forget the horror.

    1. Thank you Paula this post was so hard to research and write. Thank you for your words. I was not sure if I could do the subject justice. Terrible times of man’s inhumanity

      1. It is almost impossible to put any of these events into words and you have achieved it beautifully, as ever lovingly counterpointed by your cunningly sourced pictures. Big tick and gold star from your ‘Sarf Londin’ fan!

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