Holocaust

Livid, tearstained faces,
Wounds covered,
In gangrenous sores,
Emaciated, skin and bones
Crimson streaks of being whipped,

Their whispers turn to cries
Truth to lies,
Reality to myth
Dreams to dust,
All for nothing,
But the color of their skin,
The innocence in their eyes,
Full of sorrow and pain.
They dare to close them,
Never would they open.

The fight for survival,
Killing of fathers,
Killing of sons,
The lack of recognition,
For their own flesh and blood
For a crumb of bread,
A drop of soup,

Run a thousand miles,
Block to block,
In the blistering cold
Legs break like twigs
Gunshots

Thousands fall,
Millions suffer,
All for what?
No reason at all!

 
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