Holocaust
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     They talk about the Holocaust 
     The survivors, those who died
     The large, huge gas ovens
     The many people who went and cried

     They whisper about the Holocaust
     The Jewish yellow star
     Pinned upon the sleeve
     Just like an ugly scar

     They tell about the Holocaust
     Tattooed numbers on the arm
     And though they mean just nothing
     What it meant would bring your harm

     They speak about the Holocaust
     And often with a bit of dread
     Of the terror and the darkness
     Or that’s what my neighbor said

     They know about the Holocaust
     So many people gone
     Dying from many things
     And only memories to live on