Judeth

Her voice seems parched
yelling at those who marched,
to where-we'll never know;

time has moved on
and she sings her song,
her beauty a haunting glow.

Not the master race
but, you'd know her face,
with features like no other;

her face can blend
resembling a friend,
a daughter, mom, or grandmother.

The men she knew
in brown, black and blue,
were men she'd never seen;

most worked so hard
while sharing the yard,
where the streets were oh, so mean.

Her nostrils scorched
by the bodies torched,
their lives are but a blurr;

but, Judeth's eyes
tear-up from cries,
of love towards one fuehrrer.

There comes no day
that can wipe away,
the tears from Judeth's eyes;

she sure gave her all
bringing on the "fall",
so, let us never, forget "the fall".