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Holocaust
I was dragged away with many others to be Tortured Murdered Exterminated Still they deny it happened. I can still remember being packed up with others like an animal In a train meant for cattle Scarred Sufficating Confused Still they deny it happened. I can still smell the burning bodies in the crematorias of Auschwitz-Birkenau Feel their Anguish Anger Hate Still they deny it happened. I can still feel my muscles ache as I work to dig My own grave Feeling hopelessness Exhaustion Starvation Still they deny it happened. I can still hear myself screaming As the S.S. man rapes me, relishing my Tears Discomfort Desperation Still they deny it happened. I know they can still hear me cry out As I'm burned alive because the Nazis have run out of gas for their gas chambers I am Relieved Hurting Forgotten as the wind blows my ashes away Fogotten by those who deny these heinous crimes I am Just 16 years old. I look at you and ask "How can you deny something as real as The holocaust?"
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