Yom Hashoah - The Day of Remembrance

Today is Yom Hashoah, the day we remember the horrific Holocaust. I wrote this piece last year for Yom Hashoah, and I felt the need to re-post. I am not a writer so please excuse my errors.

As the day of remembrance approaches we all stand in silence for what and who we are now, a people loved and cared by all. What good is remembrance if we hope to forget? Life of lies and deception. Look at our people their tears and blood have not told us enough? For we seek that which lies beyond our realm of reality. But is that what seems true? Today is the day we remember our people who we have forgot in our lives of fortune and happiness. Today is the day we remember those who have fallen and those in which we seek refuge of their memory. Blood poured, hearts broken, lives destroyed. For what? For whom?

To whom is this mighty god that demands such sacrifices? Ask away as our forefathers didn’t. Die for an answer for they died for a question. The words of god written on their lips as they were brutally crucified by the Satan of humanity. Blood of grief and death covered their face as they yelled to the one who could answer their prayer… They didn’t die for nothing, at least I hope not! Perished for the question to be answered and our answer to be questions.

They told god. “Why has this befallen us? Choose another people!
Have we not given enough blood? Choose another people!
Have you not seen our suffering? Choose another people!
We have spoken from the depth of our heart. Choose another people!
Give back the gift of our holiness.”

On this day we remember and never to forget, for to forget is to let us die and those of evil to prevail. Remember their name and truth. Don’t we strive all of life to answer the unanswered? Haven’t they died trying? Tell me!

Today is the day where the sun stood in utter darkness. Seas dried from this heat of hatred and anger. Replaced with the blood of uncertainty. Have we lost all hope? Don’t know…
We have asked millions of questions, traded them for millions of lives. Have we not given enough? On this day we remember amidst all those that chose to forget.

Run run to the niche of your false salvation, for it will bear evil in return. Have you not seen the pangs of history? It’s wheel of death and servitude? Struggle the days end for the unneeded.

Our tears fill this gaping well of gun wounds. Salt tasting delicacies drip to my gaping mouth of awe and wonder. Puzzlement is far beyond what we could imagine.

Question. Answer. I believe answer is the true question to the answer. If we die trying at least we die like human beings. Mother of hope. Mother of dreams. On this day we remember the past, past and past. Tomorrow is the days of future of a better tomorrow. But today we try, just stop and try, try once more once harder. For the past is what brings us life and what brings us the future, enough about the past.

If we had a dream to live one day in the death camp would we live it? With the same uncertainty. Dancing with vermin or with angels? Would we? To live one second of time tainted with blood and suffering. Should we? Perhaps not. Have we nothing better to do then provoke memory? Today is still the day of remembrance!

As we lie awake in this sleep of memory. Channel one moment of time to answer one question that has been paid for. Live the life our friends couldn’t, only dreamed of. Wake up each day not to remember but to relive the life they have forever fathomed, is this not the answer? Is that not appeasing the boiling blood of wrath? We must live by what we thank, forget the despised and remember for what we live.

If I had six million days, I would be complete, sated, and content with the question we were born with.

Today is the day we may struggle to forget but die trying. Remember those who have died trying to live!