There is a widespread
existential vacuum,
or a strong and
persistent feeling
that something
very important is
missing in our souls.
In our generation
We certainly feel it.
It was already a
mid-twentieth
century concern.
In the Nazi
concentration camps,
people experienced
it and lamented over
this growing problem
in the Western world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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