The pictures of the Holocaust
Ghastly and unyielding
Show starving people in their camps
Terrible and unfeeling
So depressed they feel no emotion
So hungry that they cannot eat
So sore they feel no pain
So tired they cannot sleep
Lost among the deaths
Their fate a number in a book
No longer people to us
But images, and we cannot look
We do not want to see them
So we turn our face away
Afraid of what they'll show us,
Of what they have to say.
I see these images often
But they're no black and white stills
They're alive and broken
In mini-skirts and heels
I see the women standing
With their thin and bony chests
All in a hopeless effort
To make them look their best
They have embraced the forced fashion
That plagued the concentration camps
Starving themselves to achieve
An ideal that is but a sham
I've seen the evidence of these women
With their broken souls and hearts
They litter our commercials
To sell gambling debts and cars
I've seen the celebrities
Who've reveled in the fun
And I've witnessed the repercussions
In the lives of those I love
I ask for no small favor
When I pray for hope, and not pity.
When I beg for all to notice
The light of their inner beauty.
