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[ In memory of those who died in the Kolyma camps ] This fragment remains as a Tenuous link to their past: A picture of watchtower and barbed wire In an ice-locked landscape. Image of despair, Image of certain death. Broken the cycle of their lives. All thoughts reduced to one: To survive another day in the Merciless, inhuman cold Of this loveless land. Ghosts on the edge of oblivion, Solitary, already lost to the world. The living watched them fall away Until their own time came, Crushed by hunger and cold In this land of the forgotten dead. Doomed too were those Who were not inhuman enough. Dragged downwards, Caught in this spiral of limitless evil. Beyond the huts they lie In this desolate, homeless land. No cross or star Just scraps of wood Driven into the ground. Each marks the end of A single human life Locked in the frozen earth Under a frozen sky. |
