DACCHAU

There is a place near Munich
A place they wouldn't want to go,
Where once all drew red in tunic gray
And stood every day in a row.

These people were not free you see,
Prisoners were what they were.
They had no food like you and her
Nor much to drink, for sure.

The Germans were the guard;
Just staying alive was way too hard.
Of these Jews dressed in tunic gray.
Most are not alive today.

They died in chambers filled with gas
They were not allowed to wear a mask.
This place which near Munich lay
In a tragic memorial today...
DACCHAU