God Didn'T Visit Here Poem by Irene C S ClarkHogg

The crematoria are flattened,
And no smoke fills the skies,
But the land holds the echoes
Of their terrified cries.


This land is now empty,
And the huts are all gone,
Birds are no longer singing,
Because God did not come.


Sixty years in the future,
A sad interview,
A history lesson
From her point of view.


When a child of eleven,
With her twin, came to share
Horrors; tortured by Mengele;
Because God did not care.


The rapes and the deaths
Were all part of the plan,
Demonstrating to us
The inhumanity of man.


Yet God takes the praise,
When our lives fill with cheer;
But as that old lady said,
‘God didn’t visit here.’