Vrouemonument,
You are what's left of 27 000 woman and children who died in concentration camps
A mirror of mankind, erected to commemorate their courage for dying in tents
A bronze sketch of two sorrowing women and a dying child
In a place God forgot, hoping in vain, that they would in time, be reconciled
Men,
In action you were fighting the beasts of war with your revolvers, rifles and mortars
A raw violent place in the line of fire, never knowing if you'll ever see your wives, sons and daughters
You are weary of struggle in the front lines, no word of appeasement
Your only companion, the battlefield, death and your armament
Woman,
You and your children were fighting the same war, suffering indignities, starvation and loss
Sounds of children whimpering, trying to rise out of the ashes of war, carrying their own cross
You refuse to cry and complain, victorious in your affliction
Men went to die in the action, while the angel of death came for you all
YOU ARE READING
Pharos Beckons
PoetryWriting is my escape. -Johanna Hefer- Writing is the painting of the voice -Voltaire- To survive you must tell stories -Umberto Eco- To write means more than putting pretty words on a page; the act of writing is to share a part of your soul with the...
