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HolocaustCategory: poemsss
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
07:51:55 PM (GMT)
The woman holds her child 
in her arms,
remembering her own childhood,
her family and their farm.
She recalls sunny days,
tough times, 
work and play. 
Tears fill her eyes
as she begins to realize,
her daughter will never grow up.

The infant is torn from her grasp
with a scream and a gasp,
and the gun shot rings in her ears
and her eyes burn with tears
as she stands paralyzed
in the horror 
of her daughter shot
before her. 

Filled with blind rage,
she attacks the killer,
but she is pulled to the ground
and she feels hatred fill her.

How can evil like this exist?

She bites her tongue,
tastes blood.
The gun is pointed at her,
as she lies in the mud.
No time for last words,
no time for goodbye,
her life is stolen,
and tonight
millions die.

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