Holocaust Poem

June 8, 2010
We all came here,
Overcome with fear,
This is our camp,
That has no lamp,
Though dressed and cleaned fair,
We lost our hair,
We our fed,
Then shipped to bed,
Work hard each day,
And I dream of a bay,
I don't know when this will end,
But it will, dear friend...

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