there are dozens of them throughout eastern europe
i haven’t seen them with my own eyes
i’ve only felt them in my dreams
rough, rude gashes slashed in overgrown forests
mute monuments to the inhumanity of man
wastelands that pollute the soul
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grey flakes cling to my toes
barren and lifeless like the ashes that tumbled from the sky
as chimneys choked and the blazing night sky faded to black
rusty remnants of barbed wire
rotting remains frozen in wordless admonition
guard towers stand like impotent sentries with no-one left to watch
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these wastelands echo throughout infamy
memorials loom around their crumbling perimeters
lists of the lost in numbers that numb the mind
some feature misshapen sculptures
twisted stone silhouettes of torture
shrieking in silent agony and begging for release
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standing here all alone in my dreams
the cold wind assaults me and a chill creeps over my flesh
their blood cries out from the soil
demanding vengeance
pleading for remembrance
weeping inconsolably for all that was lost
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