The Aryan race they tell her
The blond and blue eyed
Is worth the oxygen she wastes
Because she is alive
Hated by her country
Forgotten by her friends
Loved only by the others
Whose broken hearts won’t mend
She started life so normal
Not separate from them
But David’s stars took over
So know the lines no longer thin
Those worshipers of Hitler
Who hail their swastikas with pride
Don’t know they evil they created
They don’t see her when she cries
But when will it be over?
When will the people see?
That these supposed work camps
Aren’t what they assume to be

 
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