Poem 4 ( in no particular order ) - this written following a harrowing visit to a Nazi holding camp in the Czech Republic
Several years ago I was in Prague staying with a friend who lives there.. He invited me for a trip out to a place called Terezin . It is a walled town, and was used for imprisonment in both World Wars .. the Nazis used it in the 2nd War to house Jews, dissidents and Resistance fighters.. Many died of sickness and disease in the terrible and overcrowded situations, many were shot or killed , and thousands took the journey from here to the Extermination sites..
I went to the Museum , a simple place that deeply affected me, with it’s children art , and photograhs and accounts of the horrors that took place here and in other places .
But amidst the horror, the Jews made Music , plays , Pantomimes , satirical plays, puppet shows , did writings, poems etc ... in fact so good was their artistry, that a UN delegation failed to see through it to the underlying horror of the camp