We saw their pictures:
tortured out of Our imaginations
like golems.

We could not believe
in their frail extremities
or their gaunt faces,
pallid as Our disbelief.

they are not
with us now;
We have:

huddled them
into the backroomsofconscience,

consigned them
to the ovensofsilence,

buried them in the mass graves
of circumstancesbeyondourcontrol.

We have
so little left
of them,
now,
to remind US ...

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Mohamed Sarfan's picture

Dear Poeter, The lives of people whose addresses are lost are just carrying the search to the last outside eternal life. Letters written with the secrets of the minds that carry the seals are still practically brought in by just a few human beings. Histories are changing as time goes on. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations

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