Packed like animals
into trains,
on a journey
to deathcamps
and mass graves.
And on swaying green fields
the moans of the spirits
of burnt, dismembered bones,
writhe;
victimised as
inferior and worthless,
in the name of purity.
Author notes
Word Prompt - Used
A contest entry
- used by sweet arrival.
700 points, ended April 30, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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An important topic. Thank you.


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ah the journeys of time and death and life is showered away, no soap here, just reality's scenes.


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whoa. SUCH intensity in this.what a great take on the prompt. powerful



