corridors from a bleak past –
mankind at its worst.
quivers and whispers linger inside dark, cold cells
that witnessed atrocity and dehumanisation.
buildings for the degrading and dissolving of all kindness or decency.
there are memories engraved in the human DNA that torment us at night.
we call them nightmares.
sometimes they are reminiscences of a conscience shaken from its foundations.
we roam among ruins, recollecting history lessons taught in schools
but we are actually there not to forget what must never be repeated.