Don't Believe it; Don't Believe it . . .

It did not happen then:
six million people did not die;
babies
were not speared
on bayonets

It's lies, all lies

High on a mountainside
an old man weeps.

It did not happen then:
there were no killing fields;
no rape;
no-one was feared
There were no crimes.

It did not happen then;
it could not happen;
how could we turn our backs
so many times?

High on a mountainside
an old man weeps.

You ask me
why my poems
do not rhyme.

- anonymous