The unfamiliar man’s cold fingers tattoo the number 98289 on my right arm.
How can someone be labeled by a number?
All of these abandoned kids shoes will never be worn again.
How can museums and monuments make up for the lives lost?
The millions of skeletal bodies barely even look human anymore.
How can one be expected to move on from such destruction?
The smell of burning flesh makes me nauseous as they load bodies into the fire.
How come I survived while the ones closest to me didn’t?
My sister is being torn from my arms as tears rush down my bony face.
How can a Swastika symbol be respected?
while a Jewish star isn't.
How come I still relive the memories?
Sitting here turning on the history channel and seeing it all over again.