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Holocaust
Robert Weston, Janet B. Young, and Mark J. Young


Reality has come over me as I slip away from myself.
The people I know can't tell the truth, and I don't think I even care.
I can see the face of a million people passing by on a train--
The silence of a world as they pass on by still resounds in my brain....


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Shed a tear for all the earth, for she has closed her eyes to all the pain!
What will you do when it comes to you--will you run, or will you hide?
I can hear the screaming....

Lambs to the slaughter, they open not their mouth.
A sacrifice displeasing to their God (the innocent must die!).
Smoke is rising from eternal fire.
The one we would expect
Would be there to protect
Now breaks his vow and deals the fatal blow.

Shed a tear for all the earth, for she has closed her eyes to all the pain!
What will you do when it comes to you--will you run, or will you hide?
I can hear the screaming....

I was dumb when they took my neighbor,
I hear those footsteps getting closer...
Held my tongue when they took my friend;
Oh, my heart! no need to be afraid!
I was still when they took my brother.
They'll never take me....
Who will speak up for me?

The sacred dream
Is ended in the silent scream.
The breath of life Is stifled by the surgeon's knife.
A holocaust inevitably comes
To those who place themselves too high,
To those who teach themselves the lie
That life and death is in their hands--
Mere men! too small to understand
The truth, the value of one soul.
And so their "wisdom" takes it's toll
In infants shattered on the rock--
Such pain!  And yet it does not shock
Our hardened hearts, our souls of ash:
We throw their bodies in the trash
And tell ourselves, "It's for the best."
And that is how we treat the rest--
The useless crippled, and the old.
With every death our heart grows cold
'Til someone puts us in our tomb.
The gift of God comes in a maiden's womb.

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