So I was rummaging around my bookshelf when I discovered this book by Sonia Schreiber Wietz that I bought back in highschool when she came to speak at the school.  Sonia is a Holocaust surviver and wrote and published a collection of writings (including poems).  This one is written about the African American GI who rescued her from a concentration camp.

My Black Messiah

A black GI stood by the door
(I never saw a black before)
He'll set me free before I die,
I thought, he must be the Messiah

A black Messiah came for me...
He stared with eyes that didn't see,
He never heard a single word
which hung absurd upon my tongue.

And then he simply froze in place
The shock, the horror on his face,
He didn't weep, he didn't cry
But deep within his gentle eyes
...A flood of devastating pain,
His innocence forever slain

For me, yet another dawn
I found my black Messiah gone
And on we went our seperate ways
For many years without a trace

But there's a special bond we share
Which has grown strong because we dare
To live, to hope, to smile...and yet
we vow not ever to forget