We need to remember

This is doing the rounds today amongst my friends.  I am posting it too for those who may not have seen it.

My friend, Ifik has written a book about his aunt's ordeal in the WWII German Camps.  As my SIL lost her entire family with the obvious exception of her parents.. this issue.. hits home with us as well.  To think.. she grew up.. knowing.. her entire family was wiped out in the ghetto or camps.  

To leave a word with Ifik.. CLICK HERE.

Here's the blog he posted..

G'day viewers......

As you know, a couple of years ago, I asked that you post, or put up a yellow butterfly, in rememberance of those innocent people, be they Jewish, black, homosexual, political, or other "disturbances of society" that the NAZI's put to death in their now infamous camps.

Well, I'm asking for this again, our third year.

Please read the article I wrote , and the poem that's there too.

                                                   ..http://ifiik.multiply.com/\....

During the research into the tapes my Aunty left, and my subsequent searches, someone left me a link to another site, which I have lost somewhere, and cant find. More's the pity...........

Anyway, this site related to a Jewish guy, living in the Polish Warsaw Ghetto area, during WW2.

As some of you may or may not know, The Germans rounded up the Jewish polish people, and forced them to live in a segregated part of Warsaw, in an area that became known as 'the Warsaw Ghetto'.

Anyway, this guy wrote stories and poems, about what it was like to live in such conditions, of very little food, lack of running water, and such like. He also documented the eventual up-rising, and subsequent battles that went on.

The same guy wrote a beautiful poem about a yellow butterfly, as it flew about, outside his window, and how he was certian that he would not live to see that beautiful piece of nature again.

Now having read this poem, I got hooked on it, and it made me wonder....we have various ways of remembering other bits of history, and I would like to ask you all to spread the word, and make Thursday 28th April, the third of an annnual event, in remembering these little recognised brave people, who stood up to their tormentors.....

Please, could you make a yellow paper butterfly, and just sit it on your desk, pin it to a notice board, or something?

And could you please spread the word on this, as I feel its an important issue........

The size doesnt matter, but it has to be made of yellow paper.

To all those who participate, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It means a lot to me.

Feel free to copy this to your blog, if you so desire........I would appreciate it if you did......

Shalom......

Thanks to a beautiful friend, I now give you the poem......

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"The butterfly"

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the last,

the very last

so richly brightly

dazzlingly yellow

perhaps if the suns tears would sing

against a white stone

Such,

such a yellow,

is carried lightly

way up high

it went away

I'm sure its because it wished to

kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks

I've lived here

penned up inside this ghetto

But I have found what I love here

the dandelions call to me

and the white chestnut branches in the court

only.......

I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one

butterflies dont live in here

in the ghetto.

pavel Friedman...4th June, 1942.

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Pavel Friedman...

Born ..Prague, 7th Janurary, 1921.

sent to Terezin 26th April, 1942

died..Auschchwitz...29th September, 1944

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Please help with the rememberance, re-post this if you wish.

And lets hope that we never see this sort of tyranny ever again........