The HolocaustA Poem by MirWe're learning about the Holocaust in English, and we just recentley read 'Night' by Elie Weisel. Which inspired this poem.Flames, fire, burning. People screaming, Children crying.
Loved ones losing eachother. Some go work for another.
Never to see eachother again. For many, this was their end.
Beating, bruisning, bleeding. No on can beleve what's happening.
Guns, bomb, knives. Germans destroying peoples lives.
Everyones heard of this story. But only some have suffered the pain. It is known as the Holocaust.
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Added on October 19, 2012 Last Updated on October 19, 2012 Tags: holocaust, death, dying, bruising, beating, sadness, unhappiness, depression, terrible AuthorMirOKAboutHello! I'd like to put a little note here thanking each and every one of you that has ever viewed my work! It honestly means so much and the comments you guys have left are amazing. So thank you tha.. more..Writing
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