Camp to Camp

Play,
play,
play all day,
and give the gold and white away,
to march on foot,
to turn to soot,
and play,
play,
for the rest of the day.





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...irie... said...
Oct. 5, 2009 at 6:19 pm
Very horrible. -Ha no not the poem! Man isn't it the basically saddest thing in the world to think about all those concentration camps!? Bloody awful...Good poem though,I like how the message was hidden in the words.
 
Loki(norsegod) This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 5, 2009 at 8:01 pm
haha thanks. the holocaust was a horrible, absolutely disgusting figure of the destructive potential in humanity, as well as the stupidity and manipulability in our race. but we survived, and i guess thats what matters. i mean, does it matter where we're going, or the drive for survival behind us? (oh, and if you wouldn't mind, could you comment on some of my other works? im looking for some feedback. thanks)
 
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