As still as a tomb, where only memories roam

No birds sing here, yet silence speaks volumes

About tortured times, when man was blind

And innocence died at the hands of genocide



Lest we forget



Prayers fall upon ears of the dead

Drowning the bleat of sacrificial lambs

Condemned to an eternity of bleeding

Trapped in the teeth of demons



Fifty years on, the oppression remains

Haunted by the ghosts of the slain

And now we walk this cursed ground

The magnitude of suffering's like a shroud



Let the death camps remain

As epitaphs to pain



Or have we learnt nothing despite their deaths?

Do we credit ourselves too much intelligence?

Is the harbinger of pain but a heartbeat away?

Are we still ignorant and fearful despite what we say?