HOLOCAUST CENTER BOSTON NORTH

Boston North Inc.

Present Memories

Cry Children, Cry

Venus-Berg was one of the hundreds of sub-camps. There we built airplanes for the German Reich.

The SS-women who guarded us were so utterly inhuman, that we no longer feared death . . . we feared life.

Cry to your gods, so they may deliver

Your wretched souls! In the snow a –shiver

Those naked bodies with faces gray,

With lips that forgot how to curse or pray.

Cry children, cry to your gods, be bold!

Your executioner’s feet may be cold . . .
They say she is “human”, just doing her job,

Perhaps she’ll be angered by your muffled sob . . .

She may swear and fix her sadistic stare

‘pon your rotting bones, exposed . . . bare.

There is no pity! And the ground is frozen!

Yet, if you’re lucky, you may be chosen

To rate a bullet, painless and fast . . .

But, no! Your tormentor turned in disgust.

How merciful, had she let you die . . . .

Cry children, cry!