If walls could talk:
We would have screamed for mercy. Begged, cried and pleaded for release. Provided help and aid. We would have sent out warnings, to stand up and fight, or run. We would have guarded, as a refuge of protection. Crumbled in protest.
Instead, we could only do what we were designed and intended to do. Stand.
If we could speak, we would attest, and bear witness to the atrocities enacted in the name of hate. By a race, believed to be superior.