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?