I stand with my fellow prisoners
Waiting for my numerical name to be called
I look out at the others
Just as faceless as me
I feel weak emotionally, physically
I miss food, a warm bed, my family
The usual
More than anything I miss hearing my name
Here I am just an animal
A disease that the world must be rid of
One single word is used to describe me
Jude
You can hear the disgust in their voices as they force it from their mouths
I am no one
Another face in the gas chamber
Another body in the crematorium
Another number in a history book
This is my life
This is my memory
In loving memory of all the men, women, and children who lost their lives during the Holocaust.
Gold trophy winner
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