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a holocaust poem, i wrote it out of sadness, my respect goes to those lost in ww2.
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by English.Muffin
33 lines, 8 comments,
on Sep 15 11:41 AM. In holocaust, pain, suffering, angst, hate, death, die, loss, prison, spiritual
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Its a warm breeze-less night yet I sit here and shiver.
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Sheepshead bay, Brooklyn Holocaust Park, and you’re sitting
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Happiness does not exist in the holocaust, mad men rule while sad souls rot.
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Completely enraged, power to his head.
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Standing at the barb wire fence, the old man watched the eagles flying freely past. Free. How long had it been since he had felt free? At least six years, the old man thought. It had been six years since he had been taken pri
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only a little girl with so much more
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He smiles at me,
such a beautiful smile hidden for so long.
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You gaze In a distracted way,
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That was then, and this is now
But what happened then, can come back somehow
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She looked like his sister Sitting there on the stone steps
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They’re all dead now, she suspects, The people in the photograph;
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Patch of poison Color of blood
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Dragging them from their dreams, stars were the only sparks of fire
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They were just piled there, At Auschwitz
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Schmidt remembered The Jewish women
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A few years after That bright day
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Pausing, eyes affixed to the black and white images Could there be any other way?
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as they looked to the futures, death was among them.
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What excuse can be used For those who stood by
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Hana smiled. Hana smiled shyly.
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Silent.
The fear of the past seals his lips shut.
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"My name is Aloysius Aeen. I am a Nazi. I am at the concentration camp Unggorm. This is my story"
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Nothing but the shrill retching noises of a chorus of violins
Nothing but incomprehensible despair, depravity
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Poem about a Jew and a Nazi couple during the times of the Holocaust.
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Inspired by the terrors of Auschwitz, I felt it necessary to document my thoughts. But rather than coldly write only the facts, I formed th
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The roses begun to bleed, as they walk, to the gas chambers.
Their tears dripping down towards the heated ground.
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I step out with my family and watch there in fear
as my father and mother shed goodbye tears
by Music Maniac
57 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 3 12:37 PM 2008. In sad, society, dark, holocaust, jews, world war two, humanity, murder, death
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Grey silhouettes lurking in shadow, dark eyes now blank and hollow.
They are the dead, the murdered, laying in graves too shallow
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Maybe you heard Some faint echoes
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The stench of death flows through the air,
We walk in straight lines not allowed to make a sound,
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Can you imagine fighting to survive just one more day? One more day of inadequate living, even basic human rights
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An entrance but no exit. Barbed wire
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You were too young And innocent
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She’d go to the opera
With her mother, usually
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Stein was there, He saw it all.
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A legecy remembered, a legacy denied The Jewish people watched by fiendish eyes
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