One little shoe, used to belong to a child,
A Jew that’s how they were profiled.
It’s stored in a cabinet, all alone
Like trash aside, it was thrown.
One little shoe, a huge story it speaks,
One of a child with tears running down their cheeks.
No older than 10, they were locked away,
The bright colour of their eyes soon turned to grey.
One little shoe, but where is the other?
And where was their family, their father, their mother?
Poor child, separated from the ones they loved,
Into lines for different barracks they were shoved.
One little shoe, which caught my eye,
This child unsure they were going to die.
Getting on the train, possibly for a holiday,
But here forever their soul will stay.
One little shoe is all that’s left,
Stealing this child’s life was clearly left.
This child was way too young to die,
Their family had no chance to say good-bye.
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