Recipe of the Holocaust

This poem was written for the millions of Jews that died during the Nazi holocaust.

Here is my death recipe,
made specially for the Holocaust.
The horror of Anti-Semitism
That struck Jews during the Second War.

First there is that shock of Fate
that plunged deep in their predujiced hearts.
Next add in their swelling of fear,
as you wonder where they're taken far.

Drag them to concentration camps,
then butterflies will start to show
Spread around the rumors of others.
Where have they gone? We're not to know.

Garnish with unceasing sadness
that forever is clouded in your mind.
Those beloved friends, and your family.
In the end, you will be left behind.

Stand up to the horrors for a few more years.
Be prepared for gruesome pains,
because just as you're about to breathe your last
you'll suddenly see some light again.

Perhaps it's too frightening to think about this.
"It's hopeless to try!" you yell at me.
Just don't be afraid to cry and mourn.
For remembrance is the final part of the recipe.