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.
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nephilim56 (
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Comments1
Somber and dark this poem speaks of the shadow cast by memory of the past. Well written
very kind, thanking you
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