Like dead birds

Like dead birds the naked children lie

There is no flesh upon their tiny bones

How can it be a Sun shines in the sky?

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I understand the many reasons why

In such a place the sun shines in disguise

For any children Auschwitz was no home

The hawks fly on,the silver moon will cry

Frozen into sculpture tears won’t dry.

Little birds and little bones comply

There is no heaven on earth and we know why