Never Again...

Gun shots ring on a phone and I turn to see a forest that is probably all too familiar with that sound. With the pulse running with rapid heart beats only to moments later send their last gasps in the cold air. Shrieks of laughter, cries of life and loved ones lost. Absolute fear and terror. Why are we here? Why are they doing this? What have we done?


A click, a fire blast, a bullet army sent into the flesh of purely innocent humans. Their only crime, being a Jewish human and being picked to be hated by a nation under one man.


Once a white and grey field of trees, now a bloody killing field. Where no battle happened, extermination, a cleansing of a people. Massive loss of life and humanity. Terror, a common misunderstood language.


NO way can someone really be doing this to others.


NO HOPE as you stare into the marble eyes of an empty soul, ready to mass execute.

NO pleading,

NO running,

NO fight,

NO HOPE,

NO humanity,

NO reasoning,

NO value,

NO life,

NO conscience,

NO HOPE,

NO logic,

NO Sense,

NO worth,

NO coming back,

NO breath,

NO sound,

NO HOPE.


Ain’t NO sunshine running in loops in my mind.


What can you think in these last evil moments? As you are lined up on the ground, as you are marched to this place? As you are sent to a ghetto and stripped of your job, your livelihood and made to do work to better the shell of a man who has enslaved you. Until the time he decides it is your time to be slain.


How do you find peace, hope? Do you find hope? Could you find hope? Would the silence of the wind in the trees calm you in between rounds of human slaughter?

The crows screeching as they await the flesh, the crunch of the leaves as the lifeless bodies hit their last fall. Do you pray? Does your slaughter get you more riches in your heaven?


White - like the ashes spewing only remains of humans out of tall brown brick chimneys.


Orange - The last flash of color before the red explodes and the grey figures, lifeless, fall before your eyes, before your eyes fall forever.


Red - The patch on the arm of the pure evil that is reigning terror, The rain that is flying through the fields of less than human, Red needed to stop.


Blue - The sky if it could ever show itself, the style of music that told tales of sadness, the soulless eyes of the pure race, the patch on the arm of the hated.


Green - The grass that forgives and forgets, that grows and covers evil, hides the remains for a season, blooms a majestic forest that could tell a different story altogether.


Black - The pupils of the darkest emptiest souls, the jackets holding the patch, the boots marching, the shoes dragging, the dreams of any tomorrow for the hated, the inside of the train cars transporting the families of the hated to their slaughter, the unending unstoppable unthinkable smoke from the chimneys, The future for millions under the hatred.

Memories haunt. When the past is so grim that is all memories are able to do. Evil erases memory in the minds of the evil and the future generations of those who suffered extreme evils.


Farm houses every few kilometers, some may have been a beacon of hope, only to be stomped out by the common evil in Poland.

Buildings made of concrete, made to withstand the cold war, bullets, air raids, humans. Grey and neutral colors flaking off. If those walls could talk, they would tell tales of horror and horrible injustices to human kind.

A grocery store, were only decades ago people's lives were chosen for them. A fate as simple as left you live and right you get slaughtered. How do you honour tradition, bad word, history and give it the respect it deserves?

The movement of progress, does progress outweigh memories and tragedies? Greed will keep progress flowing, progress will not stop. It will put up a bridge only to find mass graves by the river it runs over to connect.


That walk, 4oo meters, I remember my first 400 meter run. I felt like I was going to die. For these humans, who were worked to the bone and less than human on their last act on earth was to walk this 4oo meter walk, to end with a gun in an instant.


No questions, no soul, drop your pants and walk to your execution. If you fall you will be beaten to death and thrown in the woods to return to the earth. Keep moving, slowly, no strength, no ability to walk, quicker, louder, more jabs, laughter, hatred. 1o,ooo walked this walk.

A slow less than human walk into the forest, into the silence, forever into the earth.



Killing fields Poland.


This was not a line you wanted to be on the wrong side of. - Warsaw Poland.


Bullet holes from mass executions, still on the walls in Warsaw to this day.


Kaunas Lithuania Ghetto Memorial. This is where the Ghetto began.



Old Town square in the ghetto where mass executions took place. Kaunas Lithuania.



Riga Latvia



Riga Latvia


Riga Latvia


Riga Latvia


This is what is still standing of the Synagogue that was burned down that day with 4oo innocent souls inside, for hatred, for evil, for nothing. Riga Latvia


Never Again...


Never Again...


Treblinka current day. This is where the train cars pulled in with humans packed inside, sometimes up to 1oo in a single car. Only to be wiped off of the earth. Some never even made it this far before dying.


Never Again...


Every stone in this sobering monument represents a hometown of humans that were slaughtered for hatred and fear of other. There were too many humans slaughtered that they had to make it to hometowns because they did not even know everyones names. Never Again...


Walk of Death... There was no coming back from this view... A long tortured death walk... To be slain...


Never Again...

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