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[ For the victims of Katyn ] Hidden in the woods, a pit between trees. Led to the edge, hands bound by wire. For those dragged here by an enemy They had not chosen this was The time and place of death. Anguish of victim and Misery of perpetrator Trapped in a time and place Of absolute evil. What remains of these lives? A faded photograph on a mantelpiece, A piece of clothing in an unused drawer, And stories the young do not want to hear. But there’s relief that somehow the truth was told. Now that it’s known what can one do? The others do not look for forgiveness. No gesture, no moment of kindness Which could diminish The weight of unclosed grief. |
