the conscience of humanity
is more than philosophy
or ideology
it has a face that took
human form
speaking every language and dialect
with a gentle but firm grip
awakening the world
from a coma
lasting decades and more
denial can no longer hide
behind barbed wired atrocities
dancing on graves
of the suffering
the blind can smell death
the deaf can see
the reminder of history
permanently tattooed
in a world gone mad
the conscience has a face
that died today
his name was Elie Wiesel
