The Hope Garden

The Shoe

Who was the baby who owned this shoe?
Did he miss his little shoe?
Where did he drop his little shoe?
And was he one or was he two?
When did he ose his little shoe?
Did he crawl or walk?
And could he talk?
What should he do?
He lost his little white shoe.

Marty Westhaver
My Baby’s Dress
Georgia Winstanley

I knit my baby’s dress.
I love my unborn so much, so I try my best.
Before I can finish, I’m taken away
I know that my baby cannot stay.
While on the train, I finish the dress
The Nazis slash my arm, and the blood makes a mess.
We arrive at the camp, I give birth to my child
A beautiful girl, her eyes are so wild
During the night, I put the dress on her,
I kiss her goodbye, her fate so unsure
The resistance take her away, back to the city
I love her so much, for myself I feel no pity
The next day I’m told I can take a shower.
They hand me a towel and soap smelling like flowers,
But the shower is a gas chamber, and so I must die,
To my precious baby girl, I whisper goodbye.

Auschwitz-Birkenau
Patrick Simpson

Through the meadow fields,
Across the flowered lots,
into a town of Auschwitz.
A town where the ashes fall
from the sky.
The smell of death hangs in the air,
over the people who go --
go about their daily lives;
not noticing the beheamoth,
the monster only a few miles away.
The only hints are the trains,
the trains that always run on time.
They are filled with screams,
with the dying, the sick,
-- the hopeless, the damned.
From every walk of life;
all brought to this town
-- brought past this town,
into the Iron Gates;
the Iron Gates of hell,
which open to the fires.
These are the gates of Birkenau,
Which, upon it is inscribed,
the damnation of all time,
the sadistic Nazi joke;
"Work is Liberty!"
Through the Iron Gates,
the trains stop.
--they unload.
Humans are poured out,
as though they were cattle.
Not human any longer --
but numbers.
The doors to the gas chambers open,
and the selection for the damned
-- it begins.
Families, men, women, children.
No mercy, pardon, or spare is given.
If they are selected,
they die.
And their bodies are burned;
sent up hundreds of feet
-- into the sky.
And these bodies rain down,
they come down like snow
upon the town of Auschwitz,
-- the ashes fall on Auschwitz
and they blanket the countryside.
These flakes of ash do not melt,
nor do they taste of winter glass.
These flakes serve as a reminder,
they taste of the body they belonged to
-- and the people of Auschwitz must live with that.
The fact that they live next door to Death,
and they themselves are guilty.
They see it -- and do nothing.
They smell it -- and do nothing.
They hear the screams,
they feel the stinging, singeing ashes,
and yet, they are silent.
But, in the neighbor town,
the one called Auschwitz-Birkenau,
this was the camp of death.
Barbed wire upon the fences,
electrified to keep it's prisoners in.
The gates of Hell were guarded,
by machine guns.
And the soldiers,
the dogs,
-- and the killings.
Every day, the people grew;
the children grew hardened
as they watched their parents age.
No child cried when their parents --
the only people that loved them,
when they were gassed,
-- or shot
-- or worse.
The parents saw their children die,
a brother sees his sister raped,
a wife watches as her husband is beaten;
and a kindly old man is set on his knees
-- shot in the back of the head.
A bloodstain spews outward,
puddling about the tarnished ground.
The ground turned gray
-- with ash.
The rabbis -- liquidated.
The Kaddish is repeated --
thousands, upon thousands of times.
Over and over again,
A little girl is gassed.
Two gypsies are shot,
clinging to eachother like children,
even though they did not know
--did not know eachother's names.
A baby -- an infant is taken from it's mother.
A little jewish baby is taken from it's jewish mother
and thrown into the mass grave,
while it is still alive.
It's mother is gased.
Meanwhile the others are put to labor.
Many tasks are needed done.
Their only ration,
a bowl of soup,
a slice of bread.
Day after day,
year after year.
Death -- and small scraps of food,
as health deteriorates.
And the once healthy men,
their eyes are sunken,
their cheekbones jut out,
and each rib can be counted clearly.
Their arms are thin as rails,
their legs look as though they would snap
like matches.
What used to be two-hundred pounds,
now survives on ninety-two.
Somehow, health must be maintained.
The selection comes!
Seperation of the sick
-- the healthy are living,
the sick are to die.
Gas. More gas.
More fires in the crematories,
more ashes to fall upon the town,
more damnable truth
-- to weigh upon the guilt
of the ignorant heads of the Town,
the ones who supported it all.
They deny any wrongdoing,
and support the depths of Hell.
They see the truth,
it rises thickly in the sky.
And it settles on the town of Auschwitz;
ashes fall on Auschwitz,
and more bodies,
more names,
more numbers,
are obliterated.
Swallowed up
into the greedy mouth,
of Auschwitz-Birkenau!
From the time of war,
came Death March
-- when the end had come.
Liberation.
Not because of work,
but because of men who knew the truth,
they liberated Auschwitz-Birkenau.
And then they moved on,
fighting the war machine.
The iron jaws were forced open,
and the people were let free
--those who were alive were free,
-- those who were dead, were still locked,
locked forever in this Hell,
the Hell of Auschwitz-Burkenau.
The town was condemned,
for knowing the truth,
and supporting it all.
Damnation lies upon them,
who helped construct Hell on earth,
from Hitler,
to Doctor Mengele
--the leaders of the sickness.
To the soldiers
-- the ruthless killers.
Down to the townspeople
--who knew all.
All who knew the truth,
all are punished!
For while the jaws were forced open,
and the wire is torn down,
the buildings are empty and abandoned,
the gas chambers are dark,
the machine guns are untended,
the trains do not run,
and the creamatory has stopped burning,
the ashes still do fall.
The ashes still fall from the sky.
The truth will always fall,
and coat this countryside.
Coat the countryside of Auschwitz,
with the ashes that fall from the sky.

Hitler came
Shawn T.

Hitler came and took it all.
Hitler came and told them to beat us.
Hitler came and turned them against us.
He said it was the final solution.
They came and took us away, they said it was just orders.
Hitler put us in Auschwitz and
mommy said it would be OK.

Mommy said we were going to the ghetto but I still saw people dying.
Mommy said it was going to be just fine.
Mommy said we will make a fire but I was still freezing cold.
Mommy siad the Russians were coming soon.
Now mommy is dead.

I have waited a long time but they are not here
I can hear the guns in the distance but they are not coming.
I want to know when they are coming.
"What is that? They're here."

Now I am back home but I can't stay.
Someone told me about Palestine.
Now I am there with thousands of Jews and
I have a fmaily agian.
And I tell myself it'll be OK.

Freedom Awaits
Jamie E.

We stand in the streets,
Rain pouring from the sky,
Dripping from the faitly rusted barbed wire,
The nazi's eyes burns ours with hate.
Then there is sunlight,
Peeking from beneath the clouds,
And the familiar glare of the nazi,
Fades away,
The gate slowly opens to a new life.
The beginning of freedom.

We innocently believe ...
Anonymous

We innocently believe that we are complete,
until life's sun reveals to us,
so blindingly,
that no matter how glaring our will,
luminous our soul,
enlightened our mind, or
resplendent our personalities,
we are in veritable darkness
without the truth of love.

Silence, light, peace
Jeremy R.

"To be silent and to refuse to tell the world of these horrors is a great crime.  
A far greater criminal, though, is he who has been told, yet does not see.  
Truth is a lamp to light humanity's way through the ages.  

Let us use it to its fullest extent, for only in so doing shall we achieve peace."

Could it happen again?
Tarah D.

We love to join the 'we would never let that happen again' bandwagon... but I wonder if we are really being honest with ourselves. Hitler did not introduce the persecution of Jews as death camps, rather it began slowly with exclusion and different rights for those who were Jewish... and you can't tell me we don't have that type of thing here in America; everyone is NOT equal. The German people were not seeing Auswitz when Hitler began persecution (with racial laws...) they just saw the Jews as "different"...

To scream that we live in a different society is true in a lot of ways, don't get me wrong - to say that because we live in interacially diverse communities (which I question greatly... how many whites live in the ghettos?) makes us more understanding is not neccesarily true... I am not predicting that we will call for racial cleansing, but I do think we need to be careful when we say that this could never happen to us... there is not one who is not in someway biased and until even that is gone, we are in danger of the same type of fate as Germany.

Just some thoughts to ponder - I am glad to see that people are thinking and speaking out on this, one of the most important topics of our time...

People full of fear ...
Melissa

People full of fear, and horrible nightmares all around,
dead people are lying on the ground.
Why is this world so hatred, and mean,
many people ask the same question,
"Why can't the world be pure, and clean?"
I wonder often the same things,
wondering what fate next brings.
Should we all forget this horrible event , and turn our heads,
or should we just pray by our beds?
I think we should pray .....
Pray that history shall not repeat itself, for the rest of our days!

Why?
Jessie C.

Why are people racist?
Does it matter whether you're black or white, Jewish or German, English or African?
Why do people fight over a religion?
What is the difference between a Jew or a Christian?
Sure, they have different beliefs but everyone's the same.
Why was there a Holocaust?
Why couldn't the Nazis accept the Jews, the Gypsies, the disabled and other innocent people?
Why?
Why were these people discriminated against?
They're no different from anyone else.
Why could Hitler say these people should be wiped off the face of the earth?

How come he got to say what's what?
Why was there a war?
Something so small turned into a fireball of hate.
Why are there Neo-Nazis?
Why do the have to come back and destroy people's lives again?
Why?

It was 1939
Ben M.

It was 1939
People weren't saying "nein"
Hitler was in power and
he made us cower
we were crowded in a train
everyone cried in vain
I was sent to Lodz
all contact was closed
the officerse came
many were slain
were moved again
women and men
sent to a camp
it was cold and damp
the allies arrived
I survived
the war ended in time
I seek my parents in Palestine

Peace to everyone
An excellent place to be
Loved
Exciting
Safe haven
The Holy Land
Inviting
Not dangerous
Everybody is equal
Jewish
belief system
denied religious rights
it's amazing that they survived
belief

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