The Return, by Hannah

Swasticas on tombstones
Jackboots and a shaved head
Six million feathers
have been blown away
as have the memories of the dead
Demonstrations, manifestations
and cries of hate
freedom of peace for the world
Yet for some it has come too late.
Crosses and flowers
churches filled
joy and despair
of those who were coming
those who were leaving
and those who were never there.
Communism has fallen
Fascism holds
Democracy has risen
yet the dead still lie in their tombs.
The future has not forgiven
the past, the corpses and their wounds.
Auschwitz is covered by grass
the survivors have flown to Israel
and the coffin of racism is opened
nail by nail.