Number the Stars

In the dark sky the stars twinkle,

Below the Jewish remain fearful.

Have they got no freedom?

Even when the leaves fall in autumn?

You look up at the stars,

And you know they would soon become bars.

The bars that would keep you locked up forever,

Waiting for the killer's footsteps to become louder, nearer.

You number the stars,

Counting the stars.

You know it's endless,

As is the blackness.

You number the stars,

Waiting for a shooting star.

But what you only get,

Is yet another sunset.

When each and every one of you,

Die with hands upon the symbol of the Jews.

You alone stand upright and know that one day you would escape,

Even though after endless falls that cause so many scrapes.

And one day,

"I can no longer run," you say.

And you too look up at the sky full of stars,

And join your friends up in the stars.

I number the stars,

And I see the star with so many scars.

I know it was you,

A star for only us two.