How can we forget you sixty years on?
You who came innocently at night,
Far away from the blindness of the world,
Your tears were no more like a rusty tap.
Hell must be quiet then, the devils
Were there, barking at your serene face,
In the devil’s eyes, your sin was in your skin,
Your race and your disabilities.
Your went unknowingly to the shower of death
And into the devils’ wicked kiln,
Your gentle soul ascended to the far,
Far away cloud, like a shining star,
Where the angels were waiting to carry your
Tender soul to your just, resting place in heaven.
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