(Ed.'s note: Seth Quackenbush is a seventeen-year-old senior at Schreiber
High School and is about to graduate in June. Before he leaves to go off to
college, he would like to know that he was able to do something for the
community. After reading the "Guest Editorial" by Richard Weilheimer
entitled "My Mission, My Command," in which Mr. Weilheimer talks
about his experience in the Holocaust and the camps, he too wants to ensure that no one forgets what happened. Mr. Quackenbush penned a poem called "Skies Of Ashes" which is being released in a book in June by the International Library Of Poetry called The Silence Within. He would like to share this poem with the community.)
As time goes by,
The days turn old.
The nights get cold,
Their stories are told.
Skies of ashes,
The torture of the gases.
The stench of bodies surrounding the air.
Innocent people were stripped of their lives,
Clean were the soldiers, ignoring the cries.
When would this misery end?
They hoped it would be soon.
Crying and praying,
Praying and crying.
High up above them,
The Americans would fly.
Bombing their sites,
Soon Hitler would die.
He would lose his fight!
Six million Jews tortured to death,
They now rest in silence,
Only stories we are left now to tell.
So let us not forget those dreadful years,
All their pain, fright and tears.
Perhaps we can light a candle or shed a tear,
But in this day let us have no fear.
Let's take a moment and say a prayer,
Or better yet ... have remembrance, rather then dwell in despair.
Remember the innocent people who lost their lives,
Along with those who still survive.