Shoe-Case Auschwitz

Shoe-Case, Auschwitz Clogs, boots and shoes built to the skies They stun the mind and glut the eyes All plundered due to human guile In every shape and cut and style That speak of old atrocities Where were the good, the kind, the wise Who should have counted human sighs? The empty clogs on this grim pile Those crimes unmask. Why did their God not heed their cries That from such torment did arise? Selection. To an ending vile Their frightened feet walked the long mile Why did no soldier sympathise? Just shoes to ask!