For The Lost Ones -- a poem by Kimberly Arnold

For The Lost Ones  Written by Kimberly Arnold, March 24, 2012

(After reading the book called, Sarah’s Key by Tatiana De Rosnay)

Taken from their homes in darkness, led away in faith and trust.

How could anyone have foretold, the senseless horror, the ugliness.

At the Velodrome in France, across sea and time so long ago.

There is a story that must be spoken, the truth cruel and unjust.

Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls

Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken

Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember

Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

“Spring Breeze” the nazi’s called the raids.

A “Spring Breeze”, that choked and burned

Innocent lives turned into chaos.

Suffering from hatred deeply learned.

Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls

Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken

Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember

Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

Turn a blind eye to the round-up

Close your ears to their painful cries

Neighbours feigning ignorance

While those trapped in the horror dome

Bore witness, as too many innocents died.

Vel d’Hiv, is a scar on our souls

Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken

Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember

Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken

Sixty years have come and gone

Their silence must not be forgotten

Stand with me to bare witness,

For the families that once lived

Pray for the lost children, forever angels they’ll remain

Four thousand voices strong will sing their haunting refrain

Vel d’Hiv is a scar on our souls

Vel d’ Hiv, our humanity broken

Vel d’ Hiv, our legacy to remember

Vel d’ Hiv, our sorrow unspoken