I cry for all those who suffered during the
Holocaust.
I cry for all of the innocent children
who died in the gas chambers.
I cry for the mothers who saw their babies
dying in the arms of strangers.
I cry for the husbands separated from their
wives, and fathers separated from their children.
I cry for those left to die under
a pile of corpses.
I cry because in the battle between
love and survival, love lost.
I cry because no one cared.
I cry for those who died of starvation,
disease, and lack of hope.
I cry because life no longer had any meaning.
I cry for those who gave up themselves, their
family, and the world.
I cry for those who no longer believed
there was God above.
I cry because people want to forget the
Holocaust ever existed.
I cry because it did.