Visit...To Remember

Lest we forget the insanity.

We come here willingly

Though you had no choice

To see for ourselves

The hole in the world

Where so many perished

A long time ago

 

Now, it is quiet

Though still we can hear

The sighs of your sorrows

As the wind stirs the leaves

On the branches of birch

That once held you captive

 

The brick walls have crumbled

That housed the abyss

Dimension of darkness

Into which you were thrown

Gasping for air

Inhaling only death

 

The pond lies before us

It’s water a mirror

And in its reflection

We see the fell deeds

That fed fires of hatred

And turned you to ash

 

Over there are the tracks

In this hole in the world

Where the trains slowed and stopped

And generations departed

From the light of day

In the middle of night

 

Across the green meadows

Past Kanada we walk

To the courtyard of killing

Between 10 and 11

Where pale assassins

Condemned themselves to Hell

 

They wail there now

In the cells where you stood

Pleading for the mercy

They denied you and your kin

Asking forgiveness

When there is none to give

 

Your soul is now free

From the hole in the world

But your tormenters are trapped

In the dark of damnation

And we pity them not

For we remember…

 

Reviews

[Butterflymom]

This is so powerful, well stated, and absolutely beautiful. This is so very well done. AWESOME PIECE!!!