A vile and bitter darkness,
Dwells within these walls,
A vestige of past evils,
That shocks us and appalls.
Auschwitz now stands empty,
Its cells like empty wombs,
The ghosts of sorrow and despair,
And shame it now entombs.
Cries of utter hopelessness,
Born of mortal fears,
Arose to a crescendo,
But fell on deafened ears.
A blinded world stood idly by,
Midst the suffering and pain,
A haunting question taunts us now...
Can it ever happen again?
Solitary Confinement Room, Auschwitz. ... Gloria Baker Feinstein
Dwells within these walls,
A vestige of past evils,
That shocks us and appalls.
Auschwitz now stands empty,
Its cells like empty wombs,
The ghosts of sorrow and despair,
And shame it now entombs.
Cries of utter hopelessness,
Born of mortal fears,
Arose to a crescendo,
But fell on deafened ears.
A blinded world stood idly by,
Midst the suffering and pain,
A haunting question taunts us now...
Can it ever happen again?
Solitary Confinement Room, Auschwitz. ... Gloria Baker Feinstein
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