And now for a moment of wisdom

Holocaust.

Who will hold me, or love me; 

When the nights are so cold? 

Who will guard me; or save me; 

From being stolen; or sold? 

 

Who will kiss me goodnight; 

Or take my mushed up heart; 

Knead it, and form it;

Into a great work of art?

 

Where’s the safe; where’s the crime? 

Where’s our shelter to save us? 

Huddle into a corner; 

And pray that He takes us. 

 

I clutch to my bible; 

For it’s all that remains. 

My clothes have been taken; 

All they’ve left me was pain. 

 

I’m sick of the murder; 

The smell of burning flesh. 

I’m tired of listening

To the screams of the dead. 

 

They say blood, sweat, and tears;

Are what build an empire. 

But who’s accomplishment is this? 

Who’s filthy desire? 

 

Power hungry; driven mad. 

And we’re all forced to hide. 

There’s no choice in the matter;

It’s stay silent; or die.