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[Semicircle]

Words ruin this
silence
bloodsoaked
pain immortalized
on faces.

Endure, march
over their graves

But that won't fix this-
this perfect tragedy.

[Mark A Becker]

Words ruin this
silence
bloodsoaked
pain immortalized
on faces.

Endure, march
over their graves

But that won't fix this-
this perfect tragedy.

Hi slicer-not sure what event you're referring to on 1/27.  That said, I really like the opening line.  Not sure that second person 'you' is working for such a personal observation, though.  As you can see, above, I took liberties...
Mark

[Semicircle]

Thanks Mark. This poem was made in regard to the holocaust. I had never written on it.