You who once said that in Auschwitz every minute was an eternity hid under a pile of corpses afraid to make a sound or move until your liberators found you. Returning to a world of men whose brothers had tormented you your huge eyes screamed with the blood of silent martyrs whose stars lit the black sky. Wrapped in your ashen shroud, you walked upon the scarred earth that kissed your feet and wept for all those unnamed dead breathing in your bones.
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|Date:||May 1, 2001|
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