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The Lord came to our little town,
a babe in arms, fragile and pure.
He grew as all God’s children do
to live and work in God’s own land,
by healing sick – through God’s own hand.

When on the cross so crucified,
the New-Found Christians blamed the Jews,
creating loathing and hatred
never witnessed across the lands,
murdering them – through their own hands.

Hitler’s Nazis pervaded lands.
They whipped, burnt then banned Jewish man.
Jews lost jobs, their homes and their lives,
as part of Hitler’s cleansing plan –
their deaths this time – on Hitler’s hands.

No words describe this holocaust.
No words convey this genocide.
No words can ever replace loss
of jobs, of wealth, or lives so lost.
No words…