Eyes like the moon, pale and sad,

Speak to me, tell me your tale.

Hunger grips us, but not just for food.

Tell us of the world you know.

Of the green and the red and the blue.

Tell us of the yellow and the orange,

And the purple and gold.

...But not of the black...

Tell us of the stars, and the sun,

Of the flowers, and the love.

Tell us of the leaves and the kindness,

Of the flickering of the fire at night,

The can feel so sweet to one like you.

...The fire we know is not so sweet...
A little louder, my heart cannot hear.

Hold me now, and show me the warmth

Of a gentle embrace, of which we

Have so mournfully forgotten.

Of your homes, they beg,

Speak now of those.

And the spring, I had forgotten.

What is it like? Please...

Tell us of everything we cannot

Remember, that has been torn from us.

Tell us, please, of everything,

Except the pain. Of this we know.

This poem is dedicated to those who died during the Holocaust. The world cannot forget your sacrifice and the lesson you taught to all mankind, in the hopes that we would not repeat our mournful mistake. The world salutes you.