And when they came upon us, it was night.

And when they came upon us, all was darkness.

And when they came upon us, we gave them bread.

And when they came upon us, we gave them drink.

And when they came upon us, we gave them beds.

And when they came upon us, we gave them our sons, our daughters, and our homes.

And when they came upon us, they gave us daggers in our bellies.

And we died.

And we asked why. And they did not answer.

And when the bombs fell, they asked why.

And no one answered.

Because no one was left to answer.

And perhaps, when the next ones come upon us, they will find our bones, with their daggers in our bellies.

And they will ask why.

And no one will answer.

And perhaps, when the next ones see the daggers in our bellies, when they see the craters of the bombs, they will say unto themselves:

“We should not do these things, for they are bad things, and they end in darkness.”

If we cannot continue.

Let us at least be a lesson.

For those who come afterwards.

And let us hope.

That there will be those.

Who come afterwards.