Bless the souls of those who wept there,
Of those that sobbed silently,
Under a shadow of terror,
Under a heart of stone

Bless the souls of those who wept there,
Of those who wore stars that did not shine,
With their pyjamas blue and white striped,
To symbolize their faith,
Unable to show their face

Bless the souls of those who wept there,
Of those who,
Kicked,
Screamed,
Cried and begged,
Not to be taken there

Bless the souls of those who wept there,
Of those who went there,
Not knowing quite what to expect,
And those who smelt,
Burnt and rotten human flesh

Bless the souls of those who wept there,
Of those who got tattooed,
Their numbers etched there,
Stamped there,
Like cattle for the slaughter

Bless the souls of those who wept there,
Of those children who watched their parents,
Leave them behind just one last time,
And those who followed,
Just by chance,
And those who were just taken away,
To be nothing more than human guinea-pigs

Bless the souls of those who wept there,
Of those who were striped naked,
Only to be chosen for a more horrific fate,
Than those who were to be gassed,
For them the labs awaited,
With Mengele and his mask

Bless the souls of those who wept there,
And lived many a day,
Before there terror was eased,
And bless the souls of those who wept there,
And died within hours of leaving their homes,
Bless the souls of those who wept there,
And left without a family to spare

Bless the souls of those who wept there,
Of those who read the lies,
That were written on that gate

And now we must remember, work did not make them free