Great poem, @raj808. I can only imagine what it must be like to visit a place where so much cruelty was committed.
It is sad that despite all the effort that has been done to not let time make people forget about this atrocity, similar crimes have been committed since and everything suggests that more are still to happen.
Different actors, same play.
I remember this poem by Carl Samburg

Two years, ten years and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?

                                 I am the grass.
                                 Let me work.

Hopefully, we won't get to that point of forgetfulness.