{"id":520,"date":"2012-07-06T22:14:52","date_gmt":"2012-07-06T22:14:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=520"},"modified":"2014-09-06T22:20:45","modified_gmt":"2014-09-06T22:20:45","slug":"a-postcard-to-her-father-sent","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/a-postcard-to-her-father-sent\/","title":{"rendered":"A Postcard to Her Father Sent"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" title=\"A Postcard to Her Father Sent - The Maria Lazum Story\" width=\"660\" height=\"371\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/7xmMQcRJh-Q?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" referrerpolicy=\"strict-origin-when-cross-origin\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nThe Maria Lazum story, recounted to me by the poet Paul Polansky who knew the family. He was the author of Black Silence, the book on the survivors of the Lety camp.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>A postcard she sent from the train as she<br \/>\nTo Auschwitz and her death she was brought<br \/>\nThough her parents had their own house and work yet they<br \/>\nTo Lety camp they were sent when caught<br \/>\nFor the issue was not one of character<br \/>\nAs portrayed: of the person, their nature within<br \/>\nWhether you were good or bad, a lot or nothing you had<br \/>\nYou were condemned regardless for colour of skin<\/p>\n<p>And a postcard to her father she wrote<br \/>\nOf the horrors of the transporting train<br \/>\nThat it got through is a miracle<br \/>\nAnd today that card does remain<br \/>\nAs a testament of the condemned<br \/>\nWho for mere skin colour to their deaths were sent<br \/>\nHer heartbroken father learned after the war<br \/>\nOn her Mengele himself did experiment.<\/p>\n<p>United in death he is with his daughters<br \/>\nHe who wrote to Hitler himself to save their life<br \/>\nTo no avail, his children were murdered<br \/>\nAnd his heart was broken when they killed his wife<br \/>\nHis daughter postcard today can be read<br \/>\nAs testament to in inhumanity of men<br \/>\nAnd the saddest part is in our hearts we know<br \/>\nIt could all, all too soon, happen again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The Maria Lazum story, recounted to me by the poet Paul Polansky who knew the family. He was the author of Black Silence, the book on the survivors of the Lety camp. A postcard she sent from the train as she To Auschwitz and her death she was brought Though &#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[53,463,449,765],"tags":[465,768,767,770,769,766],"class_list":["post-520","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-civil-rights","category-shoa-the-holocaust","category-tales-of-the-romany","category-walking-with-the-romany-caravan","tag-bohemia","tag-concentration-camp","tag-lety","tag-paul-polansky","tag-roma-victims-of-the-holocaust","tag-wwii","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-8o","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":497,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/video-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":520,"position":0},"title":"Video Poetry","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"6th September 2014","format":false,"excerpt":"Video poetry is a genre Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh has been working in for the past few years, with a selection online on site. 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