'Final Solution[?]'

Ophir J. Bitton

Did you really think we could die, in ghettos, in camps, without food or water to quench, in chambers of gas, in places that burn, from words that defame, or bullets that pierce; Did you really think we would die, people enslaved who built wonders, who spent 40 years in the desert and walked through the sea, people of laws and of faith; Did you really think we could die, even as you lied dead with your hand, your gun, your bullet your head; Did you?