We came across a new place somehow darker than before, another hundred thousand sleepers, maybe a hundred thousand more, these Stars of David, this innocence, all cut down in their youth, a thousand oceans of mother’s tears, a testament of truth, they come to gather round us like moths towards the light, we seem to sense their history but can we understand their plight? the bitter almond of Zyklon B., the faces stained in blue, the fraying threads of memories of what little life they knew, if we could look inside their eyes, if we could feel what they were feeling, a way of life that’s torn apart, incited prejudice and hatred, and it’s so hard to understand man’s inhumanity to man, this master plan? how can we allow this to pass by? how can we let this be forgotten, forgotten? if we could’ve seen inside their hearts, could we have neutralised the poison? it’s so hard to comprehend how they could justify this end, so called solution? people hang remorseful heads as they holiday in hell and even birds will hold their song in the places where you fell, the trees will keep the secret though they bare witness to the crime, no monument can be worthy and there’ll be no healing with the time, the shame of the century with the blood still on our hands, voices will not be silenced as the truth at last demands, be careful where you step…the grave is wide.
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