the forgotten

And as I sit there in class
My fingers almost numb but I don’t notice I’m too busy wondering
If I’m the only one who knew
Or who didn’t know
About these women
Forgotten written out of history like it didn’t happen
We know of those people who didn’t believe the holocaust happened
Those crazies that want to rewrite 6 million graves to say other names
And other faces in other ways
That it wasn’t the gun put to the back of their heads
The water in the showers mustn’t have been to clean
Those mass graves were just people digging to china
Trying to find a way out
But what about those women
Those women who never had the option of dying
That were used for nothing but comforting the enemy
In ways they couldn’t imagine
What’s comforting about a 3 by 3 by 8 shed
And the tears they bled for what
To be forgotten by those they wanted to forget
Spent years trying to erase the faces from
Memories burn deeper than wounds
You can’t cover them with clothes
The burns that appear in your dreams
In your screams
In your shouts that go unheard
We need to remember the thousands
Of screams we never listened close enough
But we can now make sure that our children
Listen
To us
Don’t forget about the ones we were meant to forget
Go beyond what it says
Find out what it means