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As still as a tomb, where only memories roam No birds sing here, yet silence speaks volumes About tortured times, when man was blind And innocence died at the hands of genocide Lest we forget Prayers fall upon ears of the dead Drowning the bleat of sacrificial lambs Condemned to an eternity of bleeding Trapped in the teeth of demons Fifty years on, the oppression remains Haunted by the ghosts of the slain And now we walk this cursed ground The magnitude of suffering's like a shroud Let the death camps remain As epitaphs to pain Or have we learnt nothing despite their deaths? Do we credit ourselves too much intelligence? Is the harbinger of pain but a heartbeat away? Are we still ignorant and fearful despite what we say? From Letras Mania