HOLOCAUST CENTER BOSTON NORTH

Boston North Inc.

Present Memories

Where Was Man

My private battle with God.

You know I hated You oh Lord

I cursed your blessed name

I needed help a sign a word

And there was no one else to blame

Because Your silence drove me mad

I climbed the walls and tore my hair

My lungs were spitting blood and yet

You wouldn’t listen to my prayer

I called on You in torment wild

And desperately cursed Your name

Then I was nothing but a child

And the was no one else to blame

But now I feel God wasn’t dead

And WHERE WAS MAN I ask instead