Dust down my blood red coat

The queue was long

The soldiers loud

Courtyard of snow

A moving the herd

Quickly now! they snorted at us.

Unfriendly as the winter rain.

And the stuborn ice beneath our feet

To my broken doll I clung

as the deathly bells are rung.

“I’m Sodden and cold you bastards” –  I’m mumble to myself

As I remember back this moment

Looking out the window of my nursing home

I’m old now without atonement.

I see that child left alone

They killed my father that day

They took my mother to slavery

They took our freedom

They took our spirit

They took away everything in the rain.

But here I remain

God bless you Mr Schindler