Etty and Moreno

I met a couple years ago
Etty and Moreno
They bore a stamp upon their arm
Placed there by the Gestapo.

Their kindness to me at that time
Generosity and smiles
No signs of animosities
But a sadness in their eyes.

They lived through war’s barbarity
Caged in barbed wire prisons
Deprived of all their dignity
Starved of life’s provisions.

It seems to me to some degree
We’ve lost that memory scar
Time to spread a little love
And remember who we are.

Jpoet7 ( wordverse.me )