They are always grainy.
Slightly out of focus due to age.
Their subjects stand sadly stoic.
Their faces all the same but different.
Eyes dark with hopelessness and pain
sprinkled with some sense of disbelief.
These pictures, some seventy years after they were snapped,
still scream impossibly loud with their silence.
Countless faces, forgotten to the fog of time,
stare back blankly begging for compassion
that will never come.