Abriet macht frie
Abriet macht frie
the gate had said,
those who entered
new they were dead.
Yellow stars
on their shirts,
made adults
and children hurt.
Everything
that took place,
the mass killing
of a race.
Jews haunted
here and there,
Holocaust despair.
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