Though in the background the shadow people linger,
six million and more of them,
Here we stand, three generations:
the present moving toward the future.
Evil did not triumph.
The Third Reich turned to dust.
Their empire in ashes,
As were their victims.
Though the cost was beyond measure.
Who can comprehend the savage brutality?
Who can deny that it happened?
What is in a hand?
What is in a name?
The fingerprint of humanity.
The identity of a soul.