Near the ends
of their lives
they came again
together with strangers
to remember friends
who will never
grow old.
Silently they hold
sombre memory
which, if recounted
could please no one.
Of brothers cruelly slain.
That their purpose
would prevail.
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dusk arising (
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'Tis the time to remember, the price the unknown paid....
Well documented, my friend
So elegantly put - so much said in this short work.
Old memories stay fresh when they contain such travesty of cruelly slain men........... thanks for this powerful reminder D.A. - - lest we forget
A fine write dusk. Yes, and even the birds don't sing at Auschwitz. Why would they want to?
A fine, timely and fitting poem without a question of a doubt....
Neville
Very well done!
I decided to re-visit these fine words for three reasons
1) Because they are indeed worthy of subsequent consideration & views
2) Because I can
3) Because I wanted to....
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