Isaac

Yes, my son there was a time seventy-five years ago Six million Jews perished in the gas chambers, Starved and been shot to death Don't believe anything you read about it on the 'Net Ask Isaac who lives down the street why he has Numbers tattooed on his arm And cries when you smile Because you remind him of his younger brother, In which, Isaac saw his brother's body thrown in A grave with the rest of his family He was about yr age when the Allies released them So, don't give those deniers any credit They only think they do