Grainy footage on at ten,
After Mythbusters,
Auschwitz, Buchenwald on display
Proof of atrocities we said we’d remember
As BBC tells of new holocausts we ignore.
Is that footage our only way?
Can we remember pain, suffering,
Sorrow without sepia tones?
The stories we share at night,
Mother and daughter compare notes,
Events from years past
No footage
No proof
We remember.
The screams and the stomps
Two men full of anger
Husband, father, son, brother
Vowing never to forget
Never to repeat.
As I lay here at night,
Wrapped in the arms of love,
The man of my future,
I dream of what lies ahead
In vibrant color,
My memories tinged with sepia.
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