The Symmetry Of Hatred

As still as a tomb, where only memories roam
 No birds sing here, yet silence speaks volumes
 About tortured times, when man was blind
 And innocence died at the hands of genocide
 Lest we forget
 Prayers fall upon ears of the dead
 Drowning the bleat of sacrificial lambs
 Condemned to an eternity of bleeding
 Trapped in the teeth of demons
 Fifty years on, the oppression remains
 Haunted by the ghosts of the slain
 And now we walk this cursed ground
 The magnitude of suffering's like a shroud
 Let the death camps remain
 As epitaphs to pain
 Or have we learnt nothing despite their deaths?
 Do we credit ourselves too much intelligence?
 Is the harbinger of pain but a heartbeat away?
 Are we still ignorant and fearful despite what we say?