Holocaust Poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is just a poem on the Holocaust, because it is April. The month to remember the Holocaust.

Submitted: April 27, 2012

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Submitted: April 27, 2012




I lived a life of wealth and hope,

until the day they came.

My money stolen my home taken,

not even hair to my name.


A yellow star,

a number bar.

All to keep us in check, 

things that none of us will ever forget.


Down a trail,

not far from us.

We could smell,

the smell of death.

Burning bodies constantly,

most of them my friends.


Glass and shards on the streets,

representing my family.

Forever broken,

lives ruined,

most of us can't even sleep.


Horrendous people,

left in charge.

Some of them,

still at large.


We must remember our history,

forever and forever.

For the day that we forget,

is the day we will regret.

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