Auschwitz - The Home To You And Me

A 3000 year journey takes you to the origin of all conflict. A journey of survival and hope. A journey of love and faith. A journey starting at the footsteps of death and ending at the sparks of birth. A journey of civilizations, of religion. A journey that marks the pillars of hate. A journey that binds the hands of unity among those who made the pledge to destroy. A journey that explains the irony behind the bombs. A little girl wrote a little tale on the canines of the monster's shell. A little boy drowned in the red pond of death. To the north is devastation and destruction. To the south is the ocean of objection. She said my heart is with you my dear homeland. But a heart miles and miles away, is much calmer than the hand that's millions of lightyears away.

Not too long ago a little boy cried for his life at Aushwitz. As the flames of death rose high in the sky mothers sniffed on the smoke of their childrens' bodies. Not too long ago fathers snatched pieces of bread from their sons. Not too long ago brothers and sisters froze to death in their long long walks to salvation. Mother earth is suffering from short term memory loss. Our mother earth has failed to put the seal of its failures on her children. Our mother earth has indeed been an unfaithful mother. Today mortar and brick is crushed like the bones of little sparrows. Tomorrow the legend is soon forgotten.