History of Sorts

In Auschwitz, where shadows fall like heavy stones,
And darkness reigns in the heart of despair,
Amidst the echoes of silent groans,
A solitary sparrow dared to share.

Through barbed wire and sorrow, it flew,
A fragile beacon of hope untamed,
Its wings of freedom, a whispered clue,
In a world where humanity was maimed.

In the midst of anguish, it found a song,
A melody of resilience, pure and clear,
A flutter of wings against all that’s wrong,
A symbol of life in the face of fear.

In the bleakness of Auschwitz’s embrace,
The sparrow danced with the dawn’s first light,
A fleeting moment of beauty and grace,
A symbol of defiance against the night.

Though tyranny sought to crush its flight,
The sparrow soared on wings of grace,
A testament to the power of light,
In the darkest corners of this place.

For even in Auschwitz’s depths of woe,
Where cruelty ruled with an iron hand,
The sparrow’s spirit refused to bow,
A symbol of hope in a desolate land.

So let us remember the sparrow’s flight,
In the shadows of Auschwitz’s sorrow,
A symbol of courage, burning bright,
In the darkest night, a ray of tomorrow.