Day: November 30, 2018

Why?

We are broke , we can’t   afford an oven.
What did they do with the ovens after Auschwitz..
give them to Charity or sell them to another  evil Fascist country to pay for the re homing of the survivors ?
They were refused entry to   the UK or USA .
Then we complained when they decided to flee to  the Holy Land.
I bet Jesus wept all night.
Unless he was not a survivor
That made me blink.
Forgive us,O Lord.
Why?

The silver birches light with sun’s soft beams

Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
Water washing down to  river wide
A field of daisies and wild grasses green

Inside my pulsing heart,  the blood did plead
That history and myth could take a ride
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream

Lack of hope conspires to kill our dreams
And memories that lie can be no guide
To fields of daisies and wild grasses green

The silver birches light with sun’s soft beams
In their way, they are discreet disguise.
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream

About the cruelty  of human deeds
The  library made is shattered and demeaned
Still fields of daisies hold wild grasses green

Few can bear to enter and to read
What the minds of sufferers could mean
Through the barbed wire fence, they saw a stream

While Icarus was falling, unperceived
Farmers tilled their meadows, blithe, deceived
Through the barbed wire fence, we saw a stream
The field of daisies and wild grasses screamed

Silver birches grew  near Auschwitz at least in a film I saw

Where elegance lies bare

In summer time when sun do shine

I’m happy on my own

I gaze up through red maple leaves

All transparent in the sun.

But when winter comes I’m lonely

Sitting here beside my fire.

So I want a  winter lover

To keep my spirits higher.

Oh,my winter love come to me

And I’ll gaze deep into your eyes

The light that shines in there

Is so much warmer than my fire.

We’ll go through wintry woodlands,

Where elegance lies bare.

The branches struck by sun

Now feel the frosty grasp of air.

I’ll love you all the winter time.

I’ll love you  in the dark.

I’d like to rest within your arms,

And have a peaceful talk

When summer comes I’ll disappear

To roam across the dales

I’ll sleep on heather moorlands

And send you loving mail.

I can’t be tied in summertime

I must be roaming free.

But ,if you accept this  need of mine,

To you I’ll faithful be.