 There, they were killed, there are streets, houses, parks now…
There, they were killed, there are nameless monuments now…
There is no sound of their language - it was killed…
There is no one in their families - everyone was killed…
There is no name to be heard - no one to pronounce. Listen to those, who can tell.
Look in the eyes of survivors.
Wonder at those, who could rescue.
All that remains is memory.
Remember – is all you can do.
For those killed here …
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