It is times like these
The inadequacy of poetry becomes apparent,
When language is not enough
To say what should be said,
To pay a debt that should be paid.
It is consolation remembering is better
Then never having been.
Memory turns the debt to honor
To have lived the same time,
To bear witness it is possible
To reach across the planet,
To transcend vengeance,
To teach the whole world how to live.
1918 - 2013
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