Raoul Wallenberg becomes Australia's first honorary citizen
Raoul Wallenberg becomes Australia's first honorary citizen
Raoul Wallenberg becomes Australia's first honorary citizen
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Auschwitz Revisited<br />
Zsoka Prochazka<br />
Survivors are few, memories fade<br />
The cries of the dying<br />
Have long been forgotten<br />
Silence and oblivion envelop the grounds Auschwitz is<br />
but a ghost from the past That no-one wants to know.<br />
There are no chimneys<br />
No black smoke any more<br />
No gas chambers. Just ruins<br />
So why the fuss?<br />
There is no fuss. Just the Museum To tell the tale.<br />
The Museum whose silent walls Bore witness to heinous<br />
crimes Witness to the last flickering lights Of human life<br />
Being extinguished<br />
The walls now hold no life<br />
No life...<br />
Just echoes of the past<br />
Behind huge panels of sterile glass.<br />
What is that there I see<br />
Behind the glass<br />
Piles upon piles of human hair<br />
Once silken to the touch<br />
I know it is of no avail<br />
But where are my auburn locks I ask<br />
A mountain of shoes, and I ponder, Children’s shoes<br />
Inert behind the glass<br />
Those right in the corner there<br />
Are familiar<br />
Did my sister wear that size?<br />
And the Spectacles<br />
Millions of spectacles<br />
All shapes colours and sizes Father, Father<br />
Have you too lost your glasses?<br />
The photos<br />
Bewildered, horrified faces<br />
eyes sunken in their sockets<br />
A flickering moment of recognition Did I see him there?<br />
Did he weep?<br />
Enough, enough<br />
The ghosts are laid to rest<br />
There are no graves. Just a Monument A Monument<br />
to the Dead<br />
The fragrance of roses Wafts through the air Roses<br />
for the Dead<br />
And there I stand alone<br />
My head held high<br />
I murmur<br />
You see I came to say good-bye<br />
A teardrop gently hits the ground<br />
As I whisper<br />
Rest in Peace Father and Sister mine.<br />
JHC Centre News 41
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