Must be surreal to live history all over
repeating the same lies of self-defense,
superiority, destiny and final solution
watching passively as everyone –
yourself included – prays, votes, kills,
burns and rebuilds atop graves.

Must be heartbreaking to watch
your bloodline relive what you endured
now from the perpetrator’s desk
history forgotten, repeated, rebranded
uttering those exact excuses and hate
following through as orders are followed.

Must be difficult to face the tape rolling
once ashes and truth settle alike,
to explain once more, eighty years later,
to insist common folk didn’t know,
only sought safety and promised destiny,
to feel the shame once those lies crumble.

Must be painful for the witness and learned
to watch events unfold and reconstruct
what was once labeled as „never again“
knowing that in eighty more years
the bloodline of those who now slay
will emerge from the shame and lead yet again.

Must be terrifying to entertain the thought
that what remains of a charred people –
scattered across, but not at home –
will rise to hunt the monsters down
one by one, as decades past,
to end, to seek justice, to avenge.

Must be certain some labels will be named:
terror, and stench of decaying foe
or truth seekers and retribution
for a humanity failing yet again.

Must be up to the scribes or those
who will still utter „never again“
and still fail to know how or what,
yet dream of safety and promised destiny.