Every time I think about it,
I think I will start to cry.
Every time I hear the word,
I think that I will die.

Just one word talks about so much.
So many deaths,
No considerations for people,
For their religion
Or their lives.

Why to us, I always thought?
My heritage could’ve been lost.
Would I be alive today,
If Hitler had gotten his way?

Every time I hear the word,
I remember why they died.
Every time I see a picture,
I remember why they cried.

Just one word means so much.
No consideration for life.
Not caring about their heritage,
Their God,
Or Them.

I experience it today,
In numerous amounts of ways.
I keep their memory alive,
Every time I start to cry.

I cry when I see a picture,
Because today I would be the outcast.
I cry because I think,
That picture may be of me.
In this day and age,
Stripped of my clothes,
Without a family,
Without decent food and shelter,
And being led to my death.

Every time I hear the word,
I die a little inside.
The Holocaust—
It means so much,
But why did it have to happen to us?
Why did we all just stand by,
When millions were being led to die?