Embedded into the cobblestones
Under the shoes my marker thrives
My soul still walks in that which survives
Auschwitz took our lives
But not our spirits which still roam
People sometimes barely look
Yet here we are still within the world
Markers that bear out our names
Concealing the pain we endured
How sweet it was to find death
Escaping the joy of our tormentors
Victory was in the deprivation
At that moment in time we ceased
No longer victims
We died but we also survived
If you remember us even but for a moment
We are still creating sparks
Blank images though they may be
Our lives still take on meaning
Our sacrifice still serves the people
Long after what took place
Terror in the people's eyes is no longer
For this we serve to make them stronger
Tin markers where you travel
Your journeys touch us with your leather
Then we know it is safe
As we rest in our places in the soil
~Moses~
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