Fallow Fields of Yesterday

In fallow fields lie the broken

Hands of those who came before

The chains and fences strong but silent

Leaning with the hands of time.

Ancient in its fading presence,

The sky still thick with blackest smog.

The vision horror tribulation

The dust upon the floors, Reminder

How quick to learn, sooner still forgotten

Memories of fathers' times

Ancient wounds lie open, Rotten

Ride the rails and walk the line

*In honor of the anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz, in warning to that which we may become should we choose to ignore the lessons of the past.