POEM : The Atrocities of Nazi Concentration Camps - Pondering Over Percolated Pain

We Can't Remember The Sins, For There, Are None, We Just Remember The Punishment

And the places, on whose name those vile creatures had contrived new ways of cruelty, cried out.

The places of Concentration Camps.

"Our land has forever been undone. The scourge and poison is not earth deep, it is forever stuck in this particular space of this particular dimension inside that particle they call The STRING. And it shall remain so even when all is COLD and STILL and SILENT."