These are the souls of millions of people.
These are the locks of hair shaved off.
These are the Shabbats left unobserved.
These are the millions of bodies burned.
These are the children who never saw adulthood.
These are the Soviets, the gypsies, and the homosexuals.
These are the Jews killed for their religion.
These are the walls surrounding the ghettos.
These are the diamonds robbed from the Jews.
These are the mothers separated from their children.
These are the memories never made.
These are the memories lost forever.
These are the numbers on her arm.
These are the reasons this poem was written,
To remember and never to forget.
