But for despatches on their ill-met fate, We easily forget or recall too late, Just where human happiness lies. When tuning out our father's cries, We know how weak we have become; We change nothing, our voices dumb. Upward in fury, sad thousands loom, We dabble in their blood 'REMEMBER'. Viewed through a lens of vaporous gloom; Their deaths, our lives, we change forever.
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