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To forget the dead,
Is to kill them a second time,
To forget the dead,
Their future is dangerous.
Survivors forced themselves to speak,
To discover reality,
And to testify after an era of evil and darkness.
The enemy,
So close to a last victory,
Is responsible for his past,
For his crimes,
So close yet so distant,
The enemy sprang from the darkest zone,
To erase the barbed wire,
Embedded inside the offending memories.
My life is my testimony,
My moral obligation and duty,
For the youth of today,
To make it clear,
That children must prevent the enemy from a victory.
I am a witness,
To the men who chose to follow,
To live without a life.
I bear witness.
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