Friday, October 07, 2005

If this is a man

You who live safe
In your warm houses,
You who find,
returning in the evening,
Hot food and friendly faces:
Consider if this is a man
Who works in the mud
Who does not know peace
Who fights for a scrap of bread
Who dies because of a yes or no.
Consider if this is a woman,
Without hair and without name
With no more strength to remember,
Her eyes empty and her womb cold
Like a frog in winter.
Meditate that this came about:
I commend these words to you.
Carve them in your hearts
At home, in the street,
Going to bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children,
Or may your house fall apart,
May illness impede you,
May your children turn their faces from you.

A poem by Primo Levi in memoriam of the Holocaust victims.

2 comments:

chat said...

we are lucky.

Static Brain said...

The holocaust was so sad. We must never forget what happened there, or it will happen again. There are high school kids today who do not believe it ever happened. They think it is a joke. That is sad. I do not want to see history repeated. You are a great warrior for truth. Keep up the good work.