80 Years, A Whispered Cry

Eighty winters, cold and gray,
Since the stars were torn away.
Threads of life unraveled fast,
Memories scorched, shadows cast.

Millions of names, millions of flames,
Extinguished by evil’s disdain.
Eyes that pleaded, hearts that bled,
Dreams dissolved where hope had fled.

Empty shoes on rivers brink,
A world that dared to stop and think—
But too late, as silence screamed,
While nightmares feasted on the dreamed.

Barbed wire kissed the frost at dawn,
The breath of children now withdrawn.
Ashes spiraled into skies,
Whispering prayers to deafened eyes.

And yet, through horrors born of night,
A candle burns, defying spite.
The fragile light of truth endures,
A beacon through the hate it cures.

Eighty years, the scars remain,
A sacred promise etched in pain:
“Never again,” the solemn plea,
To guard the roots of humanity.

For in the rubble of despair,
The courage rose, a call to care.
Let not their voices fade to dust;
In memory’s arms, hold them in trust.

PEACE: LEST WE FORGET