What+I+Don't+Know

What I Don't Know //by Ruth Dykstra 1999//

What you don't know can't hurt, they say. I disagree. Did they know? How awful, how hateful? The ghettos, the camps, the chamber, the stars? That made you feel, so different, so sad. As if, you weren't human, anymore. The lives taken, those spared, Will be changed forever. Those that saw and then, saw no more, Those that saw again and again. Those forced to leave, Those forced to stay, Those forced to be somewhere in the middle. There was no way out, no escape. Only to live, Only to die.