{this was a poem of mine i did as a class project over the holocaust unit. the project was done in order to relate to the prisioners.}
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My faith proclaimed is as a Jew, my number 7-5-1-2.
Today, all things on Earth awoke to die.
For if you told me sooner, I'd think it to be a lie.
It is an evil day for Gypsies and Jews, now it's too late to question such news.
My eyes transfixed on the pit of hell,
Such a thing you cannot forget; such a lingering
smell.
I'm forced to work but I grow so weak.
I stand tall for inspections, hoping it's not me they seek.
This hell is now my home.
As days progress, I fear I shall die alone.
Where is god? Why does he wait?
What did I do to earn such a fate?
My body loses its will; I made it this far into the fight.
For the only way out, is the burning cloud of flight.
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