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Eleven and a half years' silence

Lives ripped up and torn apart Men this way and women that. Children learning to regard starvation as normal. And a minute for each of the victims makes Eleven and a half years' silence. Skull-like faces starved of food, Starved of love, starved of light. Bones like cartoon skeletons Covered with a sort of skin, make Eleven and a half years' silence. Man's inhumanity to man, Didn't begin with Hitler, nor end It rises up and gets defeated, Though war's a poor answer for any question - as is Eleven and a half years' silence. The best memorial, the best commemoration Is not silence but shouting to be heard. Be strong, stand up for right, for others, For love, for compassion. Better by far than Eleven and a half years' silence. Fee Berry 28.1.18
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fee-berry
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Jan 29, 2018
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It was the anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz on the day before I wrote the poem, which arose when someone tweeted that a minutes silence for each of the victims of the holocaust would result in eleven and a half years' silence. The words had a pace and meaning which drove the poem.

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