They were cleaning the cemetry
In which they had their camp,
Working to better where they lived,
On life to leave their stamp.
One boy was observed drawing
Who was working alone
All were aghast at the marks he made:
The Swastika on the Stone!
On being asked why the mark he made
On the gravestone of a Jew
Did he not know his people
Had suffered like and with them too?
He said that know this not he did
As a distaining look he cast
On those who him did chastise
And told him of the past.
It was just graffitti
“Harmless“ it he did call
Just a scratching done for fun
Saw Skins write it on a wall.
The tragedy this scene displays
Is that the history of a nation
Is being forgotton and destroyed
Through lack of education.
Lack of education from the state
And from parents too, I fear
A fate forgotton by those who most should remember
Those for whom the world forgets to shed a tear.
A testement to a people broken:
Apart their world is blown,
Even still, after all theis time:
The swastika on the stone.
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