Eighty years of emptiness echo in a house
untouched by time since that terrible conflict.
Incestuous hate and inhumanity to man,
families spilled blood brother against brother.
A padlocked door, windows shuttered and barred.
Ghostly and grim stands the once beautiful baroque.
Smoke and blood still stain its walls within.
Without it cringes unnoticed in a busy square.
Back then the church too was burned of its baroque.
The priests murdered until there was no one to bury the dead.
Even now no one can speak of the unspeakable.
Will it heal when there is no one left who remembers ?
This is the true story of a real house that still stands empty in our town square. Who knows what horrors went on inside during the Spanish Civil War. The terrible past is etched into the tosca stone of the once beautiful building.
The poster is from the Federation for (literally translated) Peasants, this meant the people who worked the land in this part of Spain in those days. The fortunate of them wore shoes made of rope or hessian now called espadrills and made into fashion, but most of them had no shoes at all.
1936 – 1939
Posted for dVerse History prompt.