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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1810910
A poem about the Holocaust
In the midst of a morning
A scream pierced the air
A young child cried softy
Did nobody care?

I watched from my window
As my neighbors were marched
From the only place they knew
Did the Nazis have hearts?

Did the Nazis have families?
Did the Nazis have homes?
Did the Nazis feel love?
Or were the Nazis alone?

The Jews disappeared
One-by-one off our streets
They were forced into the ghetto
They were put there for keeps.

Life went on as normal
For the children like me
What could the word “Holocaust” mean to us?
We were blind, we did not yet see.

The war raged on
So did our lives
But what about the eleven million
Sons and daughters and husbands and wives?

Over one million innocent children
Over one million children like me
What does one million look like?
Much to vast for our eyes to see.

In the midst of a morning
Hoorahs filled the air
The children were laughing
And everyone cared.

Now we know of the horrors
That the targeted faced
Now we all cry
For the lives that were disgraced

Now it is over
That war we did win
But we’ll forever hear the cries
Of never again.
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