Holocaust
By Stellar84
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This poem belongs to me, Emily. All rights reserved. Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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They talk about the Holocaust
The survivors, those who died
The large, huge gas ovens
The many people who went and cried
They whisper about the Holocaust
The Jewish yellow star
Pinned upon the sleeve
Just like an ugly scar
They tell about the Holocaust
Tattooed numbers on the arm
And though they mean just nothing
What it meant would bring your harm
They speak about the Holocaust
And often with a bit of dread
Of the terror and the darkness
Or thats what my neighbor said
They know about the Holocaust
So many people gone
Dying from many things
And only memories to live on
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