1943

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is another historical work of mine about the Holocaust. I began thinking one day in honours chemistry class about what it would be like to be in your flat and to be arrested and deported to some strange place for no reason, other than being Jewish, of Roma descent, homosexual, communist, or any other number of things, and so this is what came. Enjoy and remember.

Submitted: March 14, 2009

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A quiet dream lingers
on the tips of my fingers,
a light and silvery mist.
A gunshot outside,
we run, we hide,
the quiet dream already missed.
They come, they take,
our hearts, they break,
we know the end is near.
We hope, we pray,
so comes the day,
this train is hell on earth.
We get off the car,
home is far,
we are left with nothing but fear.
We are put into lines,
the date, the time
does not matter anymore.
It's 1943,
and all that we see
is a sign --Arbeit Macht Frei.


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