THE CHAINS of JEWISH HISTORY

To death's open arms, they traveled
with weary bones, they huddled.
In Dachau, Auchwiz, mathessusen . . .
they were experiments--hostages.

To death's open arms, they traveled
with weary bones, they huddled.
Men, women, and innocents
snatched from life's womb.

Voices lamenting from clustered graves.
To death's open arms, they traveled
with weary bones, they huddled.
Prodded like swine into filthy cattle-cars.

At night, hidden
from village eyes.
Thirsted for deliverance.
Hungered for justice.

To death's open arms, they traveled
with weary bones, they huddled.
Men, women, and innocents
snatched from life's womb.

incessantly, they are strapped by the chains of history,
they were un-wanted grannules of
barren threads snipped un-justly
from the common tapestry.