All rivers that flow
within rusty chains of veins
swirl grey in the red
Muddied and bloodied
history has marked us all
their death our own death
Voiceless and scratched
crumbling walls remember them
in echoes of time
Seventy-five years later, those condemned to never walk free again and those who walked but forever remain haunted are remembered, may history never repeat itself nor we forget the tainted past or present.
75 years since Auschwitz was liberated...
Poetry©Words Among Trees
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