Welcome to Terezin;
Where the grass is green, but the blood brighter,
The people happy, but the guards even more,
The choir sings songs praising the Lord,
but wait one moment,
Think about the real words.
Look beyond the illusion, see the real Terezin.
The grass is brown as dirt,
The smiling faces hide a loaded gun,
But the blood still flows bright,
and the guards are still ecstatic.
As the old man realizes,
"Yes, that's the way things are."
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