Judeth

Her time was marked,
by men who marched,
to where, we'll never know...

..time has moved on,
she still sings her song,
her beauty a haunting glow.

Not the master race,
but you'd know her face,
with features like no other...

..her face can blend,
resembling a friend,
a daughter, a mom, or grandmother.

The men she knew,
in brown, black and blue,
were men she'd really not seen...

..some worked so hard,
others shared the yard,
where the streets were oh, so mean.

Her nostrils scorched,
by bodies torched,
whose lives are now a blur...

..but, Judeth's eyes,
tear up from the cries,
of love towards one fuehrer.

 It's a new day,
that cannot wipe away,
those tears from Judeth's eyes...

..she literally gave her all,
bringing on the "fall",
so, let us never forget the "rise"!