The Holocaust Experience
Pain,
Screams,
and ashes,
that is our life.
The pain of being torn from your family,
the screams of agony, and torment,
the ashes of our people burning,
This is our life.
The pain that was,
still rots in our minds.
The screams that were heard,
are still ringing in our head.
The ashes that covered the sun,
still covers our dreams in darkness.
That was our life...
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