The sun bleached walls
Have lost their colour
A hotel now
Where the
Town square
Stood
The flowerbeds
In springtime
Splendour
An old wheel of wood.
Many decades ago
A place of horror
People herded
Like cattle
To their death
Families torn apart
Into trucks
Along the path.
Names now sadly
Long forgotten
A memory
Preferred to forget
But the few
Who still remember
Suffer still
The pain
The loss
Regret.