Never again. Nie wieder. Plus jamais.
(The old man spoke with tears.
Told me it must never happen again.
He told me he watched his brothers and parent walk into death arms.
He could not do anything.)
I take it and ask what does he want?
He told on this day 33 years ago.
A American soldier broke down the wall of the concentration camp.
Pick him off the floor and held him.
I encourage you to visit John’s blog and read the poem in it’s entirety.