You who live safe
In your warm houses
You who find, returning in the evening,
Hot food and friendly faces:
       Consider if this is a man
       Who works in the mud
       Who does not know peace
       Who fights for a scrap of bread
       Who dies because of a yes or a no.
       Consider if this is a woman,
       Without hair and without name
       With no more strength to remember.
       Her eyes empty and her womb cold
       Like a frog in winter.
Meditate that this came about:
I commend these words to you.
Carve them in your hearts
At home, in the street,
Going to bed, rising;
Repeat them to your children,
       Or may your house fall apart,
       May illness impede you,
       May your children turn their faces from you.

Shema,
Primo Levi