Rivers of tears and innocent cries
Echoes in chambers even tonight
Of mothers and daughters and withering lives
God forgive us for our crimes.
Who said we learned lessons from Auschwitz?
Who said we made corrections in our action plans?
Politicians' rulers' leaders of our times
Followed and Followers are guilty alike.
To all daughters with love, let's make it a promise.
As fathers not to fail before our demise.
Auschwitz, gas chambers.
I first learned about Gas chambers of Auschwitz from a book by the same name. I was a kid at the time and did not know the history of a world at war. The world war never reached our country although it was a British colonial at that time, hence, even in our history books it was not a popular subject. I can remember the gas chambers described in the book innocent lives, withered away inside of them. I learned about a crazy doctor in the name of Josef Mengele, who did experiments using humans. And today when I thought about it, I realize, what is the use digging up a grave of a cruel creation of nature. I would rather talk about bright stories who died in silence without a word.
Touch me not - Mimosa Pudica
I can remember when we grew up, as kids we used to see these sensitive plants by the road. It was a weed by the name of Mimosa Pudica. They held little pink flowers and thorns in their little trunks and branches. Barely grew feet above the ground and they had leaves which are sensitive to touch. And they wither away quickly in seconds and drop to the ground if touched. And If we see a plant as kids, we could not help touching them just to see them wither to the ground. I saw a couple of these "Touch me not" plants by the road just the other day and I did touch them. And it reminded me of the lives withered in gas chambers all those years ago. It made me ashamed, when I compared myself to the Cruel Mengele, did I do wrong by touching those innocent leaves? What right did I have? I hold the power, and should I have left them do their photosynthesis instead?
Story about gas chamber.
Still movies of men women and children being forced into concentration camps still are there on the internet. I see their stories, which were never told. They did not have a blog to write about their lives. They did not have paper. They were not allowed to speak. If touched, they could only wither away like another Mimosa Pudica. With all those memories, they were Straight away taken from their homes, into the gas chambers.
After each such gassing, it was said that the bodies always were in the middle of the room. Like a pyramid. And the old feeble were at the bottom while on the top were little stronger men and women. I can only imagine these withering plants trying to hold onto the last bit of air which is escaping from the roof while the toxic gas is replacing it from the bottom. They had not choice, they had no place to run away. No voice. There were no global humanitarian organizations to speak up for them.
On the other hand, as a philosopher, I question the cruelty, being addressed by counter cruelty. How come penalty for taking someone life is also penalty of life. I have argued over this "God's forgiveness" in some of articles in the blog. But like to re-emphasize that everyone deserves a second chance in life. As life is life although what form it is. If life wants to change for the better at the last minutes of life, that would be a silver line for a dark cloud and would bring hope, for the afterlife. When we understand these facts and appreciate life it would be easier to wipe of our dark history of gas chambers from even memory never to appear again on earth.
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