The Truth
Nicholas Wilkerson
I watched as The Night of Broken Glass ruined my family’s store.
I saw friends die-kids as young as four.
I waited and waited, but no firemen came to my door.
And they tell me it didn’t happen.
I watched my wife being beaten with a lamp.
My child couldn’t use his wheelchair: they had no ramps.
I was never able to rest stuck in that camp.
And they tell me it didn’t happen.
I heard from the chambers the continuous screams.
I felt the punctilious doctor poking and prodding every piece of me.
I waited to wake up, prayed for Yahweh to make it a dream.
And they tell me it didn’t happen.
There was red, white and blue in the distance, but I couldn’t tell
who was coming.
It was the Americans and Soviets, and we all began running.
Americans saved us which makes it all the more stunning,
That they are the ones who say it didn’t happen.