That he died too, with the suffering ,weak and lonely

I was born at midnight   just before the Nazis hanged Bonhoeffer
Before Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Before  people knew about the Holocaust
It’s a bit like that now
No, don’t listen to the News, it will only upset you
And whoever is suffering, you can’t help them
Go and read your novel
Make a cake
See if Marks and Spencer still sell woollen jumpers
Invite someone to dinner.
I suppose I’m among  the youngest of the  people born while Hitler was still in his Bunker
And no-one believed the rumours about Auschwitz
Anyway, was it our concern?
No doubt the day I arrived, a lot of Jewish babies died
So it  makes us know that God is not what we thought
That God was a Jew
That he died too, with the suffering ,weak and lonely
What’s God now?
Did we believe only because we thought  he would help us?
Chance is a fine thing
Especially to God