Holocaust

Rivers of pain, Sands of time. What must be told, Expressed in rhyme.
Horrors seen through frightened eyes. Horrors felt through common ties.
Events that some may not believe, Their jaded minds cannot conceive.
They ignore that which they cannot see, Released from all responsibility.
But we cannot turn, We cannot lie. Cannot pretend they did not die.
We turned them back, We came too late. Helped condemn them to their fate.
Some say it's over, We can do no more. It's all but lost in historic lore.
But we must do more than just regret. Le...