My third, and hopefully last, dark Holocaust poem

[athenaltena]

David’s Star

Sing for me
Ancient mothers
Pray for me
Fathers past
Send to us
Your hope and love
Call out to me
I shall not last

You wandered the desert
You searched 40 years
Wavering
Praying
Hoping
Loving

And yet now your people suffer
In cold night and hatred burning

The star is a symbol of oppression
Our books and children go up in flames
We are wiped out by the thousands
And those who live have empty eyes

If God exists
Where is he now?
If you are there please look down
My lord God please look down...

For in our hearts David’s Star has gone out