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This is a found poem that I wrote for English in 2012, on the book Night, by Elie Wiesel. The page numbers and quotes were picked at random and then put together to form this piece.
By Gothic Butterfly
"there language became a barrier"-Elie Wiesel
Interpret it. I challenge you to think!
By Patricia Mcgurk Martin
No one can claim what is mine
Even the pretty twinkling stars that
They ate my flesh as a child
I will not rise again
To claim the stars that are mine
I am the Pope without a Gun
A found poem i did from the novel
Poetry | Updated May 28, 2008 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1