What am I to do
about the monstrousness of man?
“Never forget” our victims?
How does that suffice?
But to “never forget” must be enough,
because it is all I can do.
For I cannot undo the fabric of time,
and cherish a soul once in despair.
So, we shall push forward!
If we linger – even after death –
(although their souls embody the flesh of rabbis and humanitarians in this generation)
they’d be crowned victorious once more.
For it’s our obligation:
to the forgotten and deceased,
living and cherished,
to “never forget.”
Because if forgotten,
they’d be ash once more.
Silenced by us; murdered by them,
left floating in the night sky.
For it also becomes our burden:
to cope with the horrors inside;
and to live beside our brethren,
whose souls are where monsters hide.