Week Eight. #17: Johanna.

Materfamilias



Vrouemonument,


You are what's left of 27 000 woman and children who died in concentration camps


A mirror of mankind, erected to commemorate their courage for dying in tents


A bronze sketch of two sorrowing women and a dying child


In a place God forgot, hoping in vain, that they would in time, be reconciled



Men,


In action you were fighting the beasts of war with your revolvers, rifles and mortars


A raw violent place in the line of fire, never knowing if you'll ever see your wives, sons and daughters


You are weary of struggle in the front lines, no word of appeasement


Your only companion, the battlefield, death and your armament



Woman,


You and your children were fighting the same war, suffering indignities, starvation and loss


Sounds of children whimpering, trying to rise out of the ashes of war, carrying their own cross


You refuse to cry and complain, victorious in your affliction


Men went to die in the action, while the angel of death came for you all


-Johanna, @johannahefer


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