Ode to Benny Hochman

This is the story that. impressed on my heart to write the above poem, in the comments section: http://www.mccookgazette.com/story/1978273.html

Three years ago, today, I wrote this Ode to Mr. Hockman, in the comment section of an article about the Holocaust, in the Gazette (cited below) So this offering is actually in my poem archive, I post it here, also so you can read, if you missed it, three years ago:

Ode to 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

This is the story that. impressed on my heart to write the above poem, in the comments section:

http://www.mccookgazette.com/story/1978273.html