Here lies the heroes of the Depression
And here cries the present of the Jewry
For the ghost of their past in agression
Had died for the future in apathy.
No flowers that grow and no birds fly by
Neither man dwells in this dull and gray place
For, when looking at its walls and its sky,
It reminds the reign of terror and haze.
Its story has become a history,
A long history of death and defeat.
But this ghetto shall live in memory
And in future shall not become a myth.
Such is the show of power of darkness
When great evil prevailed against goodness