Benny Hochman
I hope the family does not mind me taking this liberty, having never met Mr. Hochman, but this is what impressed on my heart to write:
Benny Hochman
By Arley Steinhour 061513
Benny Hochman, a man sorely numbered,
Tattooed roughshod upon his arm,
Locked away, where death never slumbered,
Son of Israel, who never did harm.
The time was rife with unspeakable Sin,
And a Government that hated the 'Jew,'
They built up prisons, placed all within,
To be slaves to death, 'All,' not just few.
I write this praise, to thank our God,
For sending 'Survivors,' to this land,
To restart lives, no more sorely trod,
A reminder of 'Government, out of hand.'
The Survivor I mention, lived almost unseen,
Benny Hochman, carried well, his Jewish name,
Passed over, in May, Two Thousand Thirteen,
In Nebraska, he lived, without shame.
After the War, we call Number 'two,'
He came, to settle, and start a new life,
Living near a friend, who brought him through,
Along with his loving, new, wife.
Eighty Nine mortal years, Benny did strive,
Most all as, upright, loving, man,
Haunted by memories, that must stay alive,
The Flame of Freedom, All should fan.
We thank you, Lord, for sending Benny Hochman,
To where his memory can live with respect,
Soon, death and torment, returns to the Land,
Until you close Gentile's Times, of Sin, circumspect.
AMEN
- -- Posted by slumlord on Fri, Jul 12, 2013, at 9:18 PM
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