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Several years ago I was in Prague staying with a friend who lives there.. He invited me for a trip out to a place called Terezin . It is a walled town, and was used for imprisonment in both World Wars .. the Nazis used it in the 2nd War to house Jews, dissidents and Resistance fighters.. Many died of sickness and disease in the terrible and overcrowded situations, many were shot or killed , and thousands took the journey from here to the Extermination sites..

I went to the Museum , a simple place that deeply affected me, with it’s children art  and photograhs and accounts of the horrors that took place here and in other places …  A remarkable matter is that the Jews being held here established their own council to make representations and deal with matters of concern , but also many of the very gifted captives used their talent in artistically creative ways 


O Terezin

You place of sin

Of death and degradation

Holding place

For terror camps

For Jewish execution

“ The Final Solution

Of the Jewish Question”

Young and old

Side by side

Unaware of genocide

Children leapfrog



Into fratricide

O Terezin

Fortress camp

Served as Jewish ghetto



For mass extermination

Demonic torment

Brutal treatment

Dignity repressed

O Terezin

Your famine

Your death

Disease and excrement

The torture

And the nakedness


Screams and cries

Squeezed like cattle

Sent to die

‘Sie wurden in den Transport eingereicht…’

Began the note

To those whose plight

Would be a one-way

Train to Auswitz


O Terezin

You living Hell

Your Machiavellian posturing

The charade the lies

The twisting of the knife

To cover the Evil of your ways



You could not


The spirit of your captives

Who snubbed their noses

At your evil and depravity

And broke out into song and dance..

As their last chance at freedom

And of life ….

With poignant levity

The people made their puppet shows

Their vaudeville

Their operas

Their concerts and their pantomimes

While poets uttered rhymes …

Most touchingly the children drew

Their chilling record

Of your crimes

Their gifted plays

Their satire of your ways


And in the end 

The Final Solution

Had its own


O Terezin 

You could not win              


john nuttall May 2018

Baptismal   Fun

Children are a constant source of joy and fun to me..watching and listening can afford such precious moments .. this poem describes one such 

(please note this poem is not a 'dig' at Baptism.. I have been baptised as an adult ..

       if it was good enough for Jesus ,

            it's good enough for me 

and would encourage all Christians to do so

- it focuses on child-likeness and a look into their world of fun.. )

Rub a dub dub

Two little boys in a hot tub

Having watery fun


Suddenly I overhear

A role play in my ear

That makes me smile some


“I baptise you

Then you baptise me

Like in church on Sundee “


So taking Theo by the throat

Toby says:

“Do you believe

for all your days? “

And Theo says , “ I do”

“Well then , a Christian you shall be and with this

I baptise you“


Slam dunk


An action thus repeated 

With great hilaritee


I’m not sure we adults realise 

The influence we have 

As younger ones will copy us

And have the last laugh 


They understand the solemness

But find it hard to be too dour

And thus they make a way 

To take the things we do

And turn them into play 


"Become a little child" 

I’m hearing Jesus say

And don’t take things 

Too seriouslee