The most tender feeling,

Things were never So in Paradise,Seems that Evil’s here to stay.There are devils in Paradise,That impose their hideous way,The good winds have fled Paradise,Leaving only shades of gray.

And it will never die!Woven lace of feelingsThat sometimes, even,Softly,Makes you cry.

Now I must content myselfWith virtual love,Difficult to doWhen all you’ve ever lived forIs, ‘I love you’.Difficult to face each morning,Without a vital yearningDifficult to faceThat song, without music,When you’re alone.

Their beautyAnd fragilityIs shown, feltIn the lovely,Colorful dressesThey wear,Don’t abuse, the Weak!Help them,Treat them with loveAnd care,Tenderly, for they’reLike delicate flowers,Whose frail petalsNeed, SeekThis Loving CareAs does Beauty,But Both,UnfortunatelyAre abused,Everywhere.

We know by now,A lost endeavor.

And necessaryWhy is hate practicedAnd taught,How can we want to killOthers,Even design, fabricateThe Poison and the Rope.Concentration CampsAre part of thisDeadly matter,Historical HorrorMurderous course,A ‘Life is a Life’But if they were JewsIt just didn’t matter,And nobody caredAnd nobody said a wordOr screamed‘Bloody Murder’As the gas chambers,Were put in motionAnd the Tragedy,Went further,Until not evenThe cries…