In the dark of history’s cruel abyss,
A child’s innocence—lost in the mist.
Amidst the horror, the anguish, the pain,
A young soul’s light, forever slain.
In shadowed corners, where terror thrived,
A child’s laughter, once so alive.
But silenced now, by tyranny’s hand,
In a world where humanity couldn’t stand.
No tender embrace, no gentle care,
Just the echoes of sorrow, lingering in the air.
In the grip of hatred’s ruthless hold,
A child’s dreams—forever cold.
Their nameless faces haunt the past,
In the chambers of death, their innocence is cast.
Yet in our hearts, their memory lives,
A testament to the love each child gives.
Though tears may fall for those we’ve lost,
Their spirits endure, whatever the cost.
In the song of remembrance, their voices soar,
A tribute to the children of war.
So let us vow, with every breath,
To never forget, to honor their death.
For in their innocence, we find our plea,
To build a world where all children are free.
Rest in peace Willem Alvares (Wimpie) Vega.
Born in Amsterdam on 5 August 1939 and murdered in Sobibor on 21 May 1943. He reached the age of three.
Sources
https://www.joodsmonument.nl/en/page/153666/willem-alvares-vega
https://www.oorlogsbronnen.nl/tijdlijn/25ae66e4-e0ae-4507-a793-3b9f64d3ec38
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