A tear rolls down my face because you made me cry, not because you hurt me.
A tear rolls down my face because you made me sad, not because you did me wrong
A tear rolls down my face and I wonder why, because I don’t know you.
A tear rolls down my face although I have never met you.
All I see is a young boy aged 9 with a happy smiley face, full of life .
This last picture of you, taken outside the entrance of a bank. is all that remains of you.
On the same day day you started 1st grade in school, September 1,1939 an evil force swept through your land and declared you an enemy.
An ‘enemy’ that was all in their twisted mind, for how could a 6 year old be a threat.
There was no room anymore in your own land for people like you, so the evil force gave you a new ‘home’., called Majdanek concentration camp.
You and your family had to go through a selection in this new home, in spring 1942 you survived.
On November 9th 1942 you were killed in a Gas chamber, you were 9. Your name is Henio Zytomirski
A tear rolls down my face because now I know your name and age.
A tear rolls down my face because I know I was 9 once.
A tear tolls down my face for I know the pain you felt was real.
A tear rolls down my face, knowing you died innocent.
A tear rolls down my face.