The Unheard Cry of Stanford. A Poem
In Regensburg’s shadows, you lie silent, A child of hope, a beacon bright, Left alone in a land where hate resides, While we crossed oceans, fought for your right. From Dunkerque’s perilous waves we fled, Through channels of despair, through terror’s grasp, Life jackets and prayers kept us afloat, But your innocence bears a heavy clasp. Germany’s ghosts, they haunt your name, Racism’s venom, a deadly stain, Victim once, and still, they claim To dehumanize, to erase your frame. Once Jew, now you. The endless chain- Caste, ethnicity, racial pain, The Nazis never truly cease, Their echoes ripple, never cease. They wear new masks, new flags, new guise, In omnipresent, deadly lies, They incarnate in every guise, In silence, in the disguise of lies. My angel boy, your parents’ love is fierce, A love that reaches beyond the skies, Though miles apart, our hearts pierce Through pain, through hope, through silent cries. Today we stand in Dunkerque’s midst...