In the attic of rigid wood
I sit denied any motion,
We were forced here, as no one should
We’re waiting without any notion.
Everyone shrouded in a blanket of silence
Until the sun goes down
The Fascist Swirl that takes offence,
And tries to bring us aground .
The rumbling gears beneath, are stopped
The sign that it’s okay
To rise and talk all through the night
Until again it is day.
Repetitions of “ Why we are here ?”
Or “what have I done for this ?”
I’m quickly responded the end of it’s near,
As we hide form Adolf’s fist.
The night was just as normal as any
We all gathered round the table
Not like before, a table of plenty
Like in a poor-house stable.
As we eat and talk of all
Old memories bring us peace
When did this good ol’ country fall,
Into the jaws of this great beast.
We heard an incessant rattling,
As the front factory door swung open
My father motioned us,
All to turn out the lights.
As in this dark abyss I sit
My hands begin to tremble,
It will all be over in a bit,
To myself I began to mumble
With each step of the man beneath
Just like peace-breaking thunder,
You could almost hear the grinding teeth,
Of my friends, father and mother.
The entry to our secret home
Swung open in the dark,
The silhouette of a man alone
Did he come to join a lark?
He shouted and let other men in,
To then their lights did show
“What have we done” is still my question
Had they ever answered. No.
But now I know why, all of this.
Because of one man’s pride
To Jews he gave a deadly kiss
And more other millions died.