Belsen Silence Long gone the sound of battle from this foreign dell,
As we tread again the Belsen grass,
Remembering comrades, young men all,
Who died to reach this awful Hell,
Hallowed now for Eternity,
As the clouds from memory swiftly pass. Listen then, can’t you hear,Telling us of terror,
And ancient bestial fear;
How real is this silence,
That permeates from underground? Only fifty years ago, but now,For here there lie, anonymous,
‘Neath the soil, as we reverently bow,
Remnants of a living dead,
Whose silence still transmits, transcends. Listen to the silence still,Are you waiting for a question,
Or an answer, and a void to fill?
Quicken then the pulse, breathe deeper still,
Answer the silence to question, why? |