Didn’t let us die …

The itching is driving me crazy said he
Immeasurable indifference to tyranny

Wish he had fresh blankets - real clothes not rags
But he was just lucky to have what he had

They banged on his door late at night
All the Jews in the ghetto quickly ducked out of sight 

Come with us is all that was said 
Enslaved labor- concentration camp- he might as well be dead

He toiled and labored until he could no more
Told he would be exterminated- if he didn’t get off the floor 

Fainting was common for him now
Lack of food- side step bow

Buckenwald where 56,545 people died
Left little chance to survive

But…..on 11 April 1945
LIBERATION! To his surprise 

It was the Americans whom first came into the camp
Gave us clean blankets even their chocolate 

hardened soldiers combat worn
Tried to hide their tears - no time to mourn

Forever grateful to these wonderful GI’s
Rescued what was left of us….didn’t let us die……