Saturday Poem / Museum of Memories

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The silence speaks. And I, who make the word

My art, have none. These words come hard. I read,

See images, and hear what people heard:

How evil spread that nothing could impede.

One evil named slights evil worse, unsaid.

To honor, rather, life, and what was lost –

These, our six million sons and daughters dead,

We name this horror “Shoah,” — “Holocaust.”


An open Torah speaks: One man, depraved,

And hate, did this. Be still, observe, and learn.

Six millions perished — why were any saved?

Ask those who felt the tattoo needle’s burn.

Ask those who would not fall against the wire:

“How could this precious scroll pass through such fire?”

Joseph W. Adams

Joseph W. Adams lives in Friendship and teaches computer information technology at the Allegheny campus of the Community College of Allegheny County. Monday is international Holocaust Rembrance Day.

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