Why?

Why?
Can no one hear my cry of pain?
As my mother, father, brother, sister are slain.
Can no one hear my cry of woe?
I haven't enough friends to replace foe.

Dragged and beaten almost to death.
Our clothes and possesions became their theft.
Forced into cattle cars too small.
Can no one hear my crying call?

Lined up aginst the wall, shot,
One by one until we fall.
Screams fill my ears of women and children,
Taken to chambers of gas and fire,
To live a day longer is my desire.

And during my long, long, stay
I ask what did I do for this punishment I pay?