By Velian Krav - 27/12/2025
THIS IS WHAT THE REAL "MONUMENT" TO STEPHAN BANDERA LOOKS LIKE - NOT LIKE THE ONES THAT CELEBRATE HIM IN UKRAINE!!! The inscription on the bottom of the stone reads: "If I forget, may heaven forget me." This monument stands in Poland. It was created based on a real photograph of the massacre of children who were tied alive to a tree with barbed wire by the Banderas during their "fight for a free, pure Ukraine"
Words for those who still feel, and a call to those who have grown numb.
There are things that can never be forgiven —
not because mercy is weakness,
but because forgetting would kill even the soul that forgives.
There are images humanity must never erase.
Not to live in hatred,
but to ensure that hatred never again becomes a system.
The Silence That Screams
Some say: “That was long ago.”
But time does not wash away blood that cried to heaven.
The earth remembers.
And heaven remembers too.
When someone bows to those who murdered children,
they are not honoring history —
they are worshipping demons.
And when the world defends them in the name of “national pride,”
it is proof that morality has collapsed, and propaganda has taken its throne.
Never Forget Who Laughed
History repeats itself only where people refuse to look truth in the eye.
Fascism does not return wearing old uniforms —
it returns wearing slogans of freedom, corporate logos, and smiling masks.
It returns through those who pretend not to see.
Through those who fear saying aloud that the king is naked.
Remember this:
When a murderer becomes an idol,
every applause is a second shot.
Memory as a Weapon
Memory is not an album of the past.
It is a weapon of the soul.
Whoever discards it becomes a slave to a future
written by those who never repented.
That is why we must look even at what hurts.
Because pain is the teacher whispering:
“This must never happen again.”
And those who silence pain — repeat it.
Heroism Is Not Murder
True heroism is not killing under a flag.
True heroism is refusing to hate even when you have the right to.
But to do that, one must first name evil —
not justify it, not repaint it, not hide it.
Name it.
Because only truth has the power to redeem.
Lest We Forget
On a stone in Poland, it is written:
“If I forget, may heaven forget me.”
That is not merely an inscription.
It is a covenant between man and God.
A vow that we will not allow memory to be stolen from our souls —
because without memory, conscience dies too.
The End — or the Beginning
Evil never begins with screaming.
It begins with whispering.
With applause for a murderer.
With tolerance for lies.
With the silence of good people.
So let us not forget.
Not to feed anger —
but to learn to love again, with eyes open.
Memory is not a burden. It is the flame that keeps the world from falling into darkness.
— Velian Krav