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Six million
That numer its immensity
the Swastik's dark propensity
outlines of decaying huts
the great oblongs of concrete blocks
diamonds condemned in genocide
behind those barbed wire hoops
as they queued
mumuring last prayer
that that Shalom can still be heard
atrocity still touch a nerve
the leagacy of just citizens
those templed ghosts
arise be seen, reawaken conscience
pleading. emaciated to touch a heart
until it bleeds
the cries of angst and pain
skulls divested: even of gold teeth
that mass that lie uneasy
a closure yet to be
souls robed of human community
the Swastik's dark propensity
outlines of decaying huts
the great oblongs of concrete blocks
diamonds condemned in genocide
behind those barbed wire hoops
as they queued
mumuring last prayer
that that Shalom can still be heard
atrocity still touch a nerve
the leagacy of just citizens
those templed ghosts
arise be seen, reawaken conscience
pleading. emaciated to touch a heart
until it bleeds
the cries of angst and pain
skulls divested: even of gold teeth
that mass that lie uneasy
a closure yet to be
souls robed of human community
Published 27th Jan 2020
| Edited 28th Jan 2020
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Anonymous
28th Jan 2020 1:19am
How sad that the Past must be kept alive as a means of discouraging it from being repeated. But it must be done. And Poetry is the best vehicle for it.
Thank you for writing this, Slip.
Thank you for writing this, Slip.
