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And They Marched


They hid, 

scared, alone

the world tore searching for them

if they were found they were taken

And they Marched.

Many were killed

like the sick and

infected, breathing

hate, dust, desease

grime and pleases

And they Marched

Many left along the way 

Their greiving family

forced to not stay

And they Marched.

I am not sure

how much the number 

everyone lost that day.

But I still know

there was more than one

"Hidden Annex"

That saved lives that way.

And they Marched

And we shall await

for their glad, glad march

back home

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