Never Forgetting

Never Forgetting

A Poem by Phill Oz O'fee
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27th January 2025

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Never Forgetting


In shadows deep where sorrow dwells

A tale of hearts and broken bells

Yet through the dark, a light does weave

In memory, we dare believe


From ashes rose a song of life

Defying night, transcending strife

We honour those who faced despair

In whispered winds, their courage share


Remember well, the stories told

Of countless lives, of spirits bold

Through time and space, their echoes ring

A testament to suffering


Yet still, we hope, with hearts anew

For peace, for love, for skies of blue

In unity, we stand as one

To guard the light of justice won


Phillozofee @ 2025

© 2025 Phill Oz O'fee


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Hello my friend. I was station in Germany in 1976. I went to Auschwitz and Dachau. I could smell the odor of hair in the ovens. I agree. We can't not forget. But since the Germany deathcamps. So many more mass murdered in our world. Hello Phill. Powerful and worthwhile words.
Coyote

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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MCS
Powerful piece of writing. Lest we forget!
December 2014, I walked through that gate and it still haunts me.
It concerns me that because we are teaching history, we are seeing hand gestures and hearing language from those dark days.


Posted 18 Hours Ago


There are many in this world that have been through traumatic and terrible things, yet we rise from scorched burned embers that are only ashes. People rise from the most extreme and hellish situation and keep moving forward.

Posted 1 Day Ago


Hello, Dear, Phil Oz O'fee,
I really like the depiction of a eerie place where is no man's land
a place where things go wrong, yet the there is justice,
I question, but I hope dearly, there is light, in the darkness,
---Maynard

Posted 1 Day Ago


Thank you for your poem. Beautifully written.

Posted 1 Day Ago


We will never forget---we just can't....it is a horrific scar on the face of humanity to have happened at all.
That a race could see itself as superior enough to carry out those atrocities.
No, we will never forget as long as each of us has a heart.

Posted 1 Day Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I fear it is just one more story of our species...

Posted 2 Days Ago


Thank you for posting this beautiful poem in memory of all those innocent people who perished in the death camps. A stain on the face of humanity. Tears at the heart.

Chris

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A terrible event ... but it looks now that the world has forgotten. We have imported hate into our countries and by our leaders lack of a backbone and a willingness to abandon a group of people for the sake of votes we have returned to 1938 and the rise of Nazism.

As Burke stated “the only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men (and women) to do nothimg”

We seem to be doing that well.

A good message Phil ... one we all need to heed.



Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A fine poem posted at the eightieth anniversary. How can Humankind ever, ever forget. Might it, will it, could it.. NEVER!

'Through time and space, their echoes ring
A testament to suffering.'

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hello my friend. I was station in Germany in 1976. I went to Auschwitz and Dachau. I could smell the odor of hair in the ovens. I agree. We can't not forget. But since the Germany deathcamps. So many more mass murdered in our world. Hello Phill. Powerful and worthwhile words.
Coyote

Posted 2 Days Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Phill Oz O'fee
Phill Oz O'fee

Winchester, Hampshire, England, United Kingdom



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